A pair of elegant long gloves matching the color of my outfit. A pair of silver heeled shoes just to break the monotony of color. My hair, curled at the edges, flowing over my shoulders. Accessories here and there (fake ones, though, I couldn’t afford real jewelry). I was all set. I planned on wearing a tiara to complete the ensemble, but with the series of tweets and Facebook posts (and an Instagram video from someone who actually recorded the confrontation) after that incident with Martin made me question if it was proper to display it on my head. A tiara. It looked like a crown. A crown for a queen. I didn’t want to be a Homecoming queen. I never wanted to be a Homecoming queen. I have always been proud of the simple life I lived. I never planned on becoming the most popular girl in school. Popularity scared me stiff. Lots of prying eyes and wandering ears waiting for me to make a mistake...
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