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Erika's New Perfume Part 1Erika's New PerfumeErika's New Perfume Part 1 by Lance-the-young
The high-pitched bell of Strington Junior High began it's final ring of the day and the students began to file out toward the various exits. Among these students was the eleven-year-old sixth-grade-student Erika Swanson. She was a little on the skinny side with short black hair.
Erika had been homeschooled all thoughout grade-school, and had only just entered into the local public middle school. Her mother had explained that things would be hard to get used to at first. She was right, of course. Things were strange in school. She had no friends that went to Strington Junior, so she was always sitting alone. And the other girls kept bothering her. Bothering her about what music she listened to, how she dressed, about what boys she liked, how.... small.... she was.
As she turned down the street to walk home, she began to think about how annoying it was. About how they all just wouldn't stop bothering them. She passed an alley between a Barnes and Nobles and a
Hell or Paradise?There once a girl who lived an ordinary life, go to school, brush your teeth, do your homework, get to bed on time, and work forward to a boring career after you finished college.Hell or Paradise? by TheShyDiaperLover
Her name was Peach, why Peach? Because it's her parents' most favorite fruit but everyone thought her parents named her after the Super Mario games. She was average in class and hated the world but she wasn't Goth or hard punk, but she was close to that line. The long run-on joke at her school was some jerk who yelled out of complete nowhere was "Mario!!! Save me!!!" or some rip off of the latest Super Mario game that came out. How she hated being called Peach she even had the same colored blond hair and big blue eyes as her which made things worse for her!
She didn't have any friend and told anyone to piss off the second someone tried to ask her. Her school was ok, not the greatest but not the worst. Decent and somewhat edible gruel with a side of who-knows-what right by it, classes had decent lear