Novel & Cerita Perks Of Being A Wallflower Common Sense Media

Knowing there was an entire group chat talking about me without even knowing my name. “That’s the point.” Maeve had said the previous afternoon as she archived the chat. “Half the assholes in that school wish they were in your position.” I’d blinked. “Really?” “Please,” she rolled her eyes. “If someone like Brooklyn could get mad seeing Tyler’s handprints all over you, you think those other lame-ass girls aren’t jealous?” I’d actually stopped to think about it. Even though girls being jealous of me sounded like one of the most ridiculous things I’d ever heard.

He paced the small space, trying to shake the memory of her teasing smirk, the way her eyes had danced with amusement. He wasn’t used to this kind of attention. Back in school, girls rarely even noticed him unless they needed help with an assignment. He had always been the quiet, awkward guy in the background, watching but never participating. And now? Now he had a neighbor who looked like she belonged in a magazine, openly toying with him like it was a sport. Ethan exhaled sharply and sat down on his couch, rubbing his hands over his face. He needed to focus on something else. Anything else.

she snapped at them, with a curt nod they left her and Piper alone. “Did people believe what she said?” “Well people are starting to see the difference between them in the video and now, that they looked much younger.” Piper mentioned while scrolling through her phone. “Wait, there is a comment here from someone saying they went to the same college as Miss Styles and Mr Knight, you won't believe what it says.” Piper covered her mouth in disbelief, as is holding back a gasp and the urge to burst out laughing the same time her eyes were lit in amusement.

But there are some people who still longs for more rather than staying in the room, locked up and just playing games. I am one of them. And now, I have friends, and I finally get along with my family. I also have found the love of my life. I am Miss Wallflower, and this is my story. END

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At least my aim is still perfect, a small consolation for what's left of my dignity. "See? That's what it's about, Miranda," he says as he rubs his reddened forehead. "You're one of the brightest agents I know, but you can't control your impulses." He sighs and picks up my agenda from the floor, bringing it back to the table. "Better luck next time, little pretender" With that, Adam turns around and leaves. I hate to admit it, but even Adam is right. Maybe yoga isn't such a bad idea after all.

“You and Gabriel freaking Anderson are trending in the school chat. Babe, you’ve officially broken the internet. Queen bee potential.” “Please don’t,” I groaned, rubbing my temples. He ignored me completely, shoving his phone in my face. “Look look look! Someone caught the exact moment he grabbed your hand. Girl, the slow motion edits have already started. They even put music over it. Like dramatic *music* slow burn romance core.” I stared at the screen in horror. “Why is everything I do public property?” “Because you’re main character material,” he said proudly. “You can’t help it.”

“Caleb, we’re going to be a family.” And I remembered the way he had looked at me as he tossed the divorce papers onto the table. The way he had looked at Seraphina with a hunger he had never shown me. The "Wallflower" was a trauma I carried in my marrow. It was the memory of being small, being quiet, and being ultimately disposable. “Oh,” Dr. Halloway whispered. My eyes snapped open. “Is something wrong?” The fear was immediate. It was a sharp, jagged thing that pierced through my Sterling armor. If I lost this, if I lost the only real thing that had come out of those three years of lies...

"You shouldn't have done that! You know how limited your judgment is. You could've been duped and taken advantage of so easily!" Xavier always thought I was stupid. He had always believed that if I ever left him, I would be completely helpless. And yet, Morgan didn't see me that way. We had only met and talked for a few hours the night before, but he had praised my intelligence more times than Xavier had in years. He thought I was incredible for recognizing every luxury brand and designer item I saw. He thought I was amazing for knowing the price of a bottle of wine off the top of my head and realizing that the manager had massively inflated it to punish him.

Just entertainment for people who wanted to feel superior to someone else's mistakes. I stopped leaving my mom's house unless absolutely necessary. People recognized me from photos in the podcast promotional materials. They would stare and whisper. Some asked for selfies like I was famous. Others gave me dirty looks like I personally offended them by having a public scandal. I felt like I was living in a fishbowl with millions of people watching and judging.