Am115+Rockwell+Story

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 * Pulchritudinous. **

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 * Being pulchritudinous is a good thing. It means you are beautiful. But some people bring you down by saying you are not. Am I pulchritudinous? Do I deserve to be treated badly and unpopular? These are all questions I sometimes ask myself.**======

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 * It was a dark and stormy night. The wind was howling, and I was looking at myself in the mirror. //Am I pretty?// Is what I kept on asking my reflection. A flash of lightning struck, and thunder howled, as the area had no more power. I ran to my room, and lay in bed. My older, prettier sister, came up and demanded me to make her some tea.**======

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 * For a long time, I lay in bed and write in my notebook. I wrote how I got Jamie to make me tea. I also wrote how everybody thinks little of me. Soon later, I went to bed, only to wake up to a mysterious bright white light.**======

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 * "Will you stop that. I do not have oily hair OR a big head. My pajamas //are// baggy, but it is not like I am going to try to look my best every second, and act like a total freak!" I looked at her. Hehe. "I am who I want to be and I am proud of who I am."**======

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 * After that distraction, I went downstairs and ate some delicious pancakes from the market. I got my clothes on, (Of course Vanessa had to say something bad about them), and looked in my mirror. I stroked my oily hair, and noticed I had a big head. She was right. I deserve to be treated like that because it is who I am.**======


 * Soon enough, my dad brang me to school on his new mustang! It is a orange-brownish color with a beautiful mane. His name is Cocoa. Such a beautiful horse. We got to our destination, and ugh. I saw Mary. Mary was the most popular girl in school. She was near the barn, pitching horseshoes. And of course, she was pretending that she was the best thrower ever. Secretly, I have always thought she was not that good. But I decided to change a little how I act to her, and complimented her to be nice. So, I somehow was able to say she was doing a good job. That was a BIG mistake. All she did was say...**


 * "Yeah! Unlike you!"**


 * I ran away screaming "Weirdo! Weirdo!" It is true though she is a weirdo!!!! That is when the bad day started. I got a 74% On my history quiz, a 82% on my science test, and got made fun of. "You are ugly." "You are stupid." "You have a lot of zits." Until my best friend came over.**


 * "Ooooh..... you are looking certainly pulchritudinous today." **


 * "Don't kiss up to me. I KNOW I am ugly. Stop being like that."**


 * "No, you really are! Everybody saw your dads horse, and got jealous! They only have American quarter horses. They do think you are pretty, and definitely smart! They are so envious! You are so nice, and have EVERYTHING you could possibly ever want!"**


 * "So I am // pulchritudinous?" //I said in a funny accent. " I am!!!!"**


 * It turns out it was the best day ever. I had so much hanging out with my new companions! They are actually very nice, and now I am known as the prettiest, smartest girl. They are true friends. Just like my sister Vanessa, who was playing around like a silly old sister. She really does love me. We are a few pulchritudinous girls. **