I tuned him out, climbed into bed, then yanked the curtains closed to shut out the noise.He kept on with his apologies, begging me to stop being so stubborn.I closed my eyes, trying to silence the world.The pounding headache was like an alarm clock, waking me up to my second chance at life: back to the first day of school.In my previous life, today was the day Joanna, with her camera always rolling, would fuss over me, promising to clear up my acne.I was thrust into the spotlight, but instead of support, I was drowned in a sea of cruel comments.My photos spread among students and I became the biggest joke in the school.Joanna, with her flawless beauty, was always held up next to me, making me feel even more insecure and miserable.One day, she whispered a promise, "Work with me on a skincare routine, and I'll make you beautiful."Trusting her, since she claimed to be a blogger fighting against beauty pressures, I naively gave her several vials of my blood.However, my
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