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The Power Of Makeup

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What happens when the pauper of Mauve High School wakes up to find an unknown gift parcel on her study table
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Chapter 1 - Chapter 1

Rosette Young POV'

As I stepped into the grand entrance of Mauve High School, the imposing structure loomed over me like a monolith, its walls seeming to whisper cruel taunts.

The fluorescent lights overhead cast an unforgiving glare, illuminating the sea of faces that seemed to turn against me like a chorus of predators sensing weakness.

I had endured three years of relentless bullying, my heart heavy with the weight of painful memories.

The Triple Eight, a clique of popular students, had made it their mission to torment me, their cruelty fueled by her lack of status and influence.

As I walked down the hallway, my gaze lowered to avoid eye contact, I felt a sudden jolt of pain as my head was slammed against the metal locker.

My glasses fell off, and my head began to bleed.

The fluorescent lights of the school hallway flickered overhead, casting an eerie glow on the scene.

My eyes welled up with tears as I stared at my bullies, my gaze piercing and intense.

The sound of laughter and chatter filled the air, but it was drowned out by the sound of my own heartbeat, pounding in my ears."

The triple eight surrounded me, their faces twisted in cruel smiles. Priscilla Shayne, the school's hottest and most influential girl, rubbed her hand over her eyes, making sobbing voices.

"Nerd gonna cry,"

she whined, her voice dripping with malice

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Josef Brown, the school's popular boy and leader of the swim team, snorted in laughter.

"Wwah, I am Rosette and I am going to cry,"

he mocked, his voice echoing off the walls.

The triple eight were like a well-oiled machine, working together to humiliate and belittle me Rosette.

They were the popular kids, the ones who ruled the school with an iron fist. And I was just a nobody, a weak and vulnerable target for their cruelty.

But I had a secret: I was tired of being pushed around, tired of being treated like dirt. And I was starting to realize that I didn't have to take it lying down.

My eyes flashed with anger, but I knew better than to fight back. I had learned from experience that it only made things worse.

Instead, I swallowed my pride and tried to walk away, but Taylor Yves one of the imposing bullies was not having it.

He grabbed my arm, his grip like a vice, and spun me around to face him."

"You're going to pay for ignoring me, bitch,"

Taylor Yves spat, his eyes flashing with anger.

My head was slammed fiercely against the metal locker again by him, my head to start bleeding ceaselessly.

The pain was excruciating,

"Who are you to ignore me? A nobody" he growled, his face twisted in anger.

Taylor punched me in the gut—The punch caused me to spit blood from my mouth, and my nose began to bleed.

I remained unmoved, partly because of the injury on my head and the punch I received. I knew that she had to endure, to survive.

When they left, I stared hatefully at their backs with anger surging throughout my body. I knew one-day I would have my revenge.