The Outsider

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The Outsider

“Mum, mum”, she must not be home, I’ll call her later she must still be at the meeting, I’ll put the tele on, see what Kacey’s wearing in her new video. It’s on straight away on every channel, no surprise there. It finishes with her on top of a building I, don’t like the song one bit, it’s the same as all her others. I really like the gothic powers new video but I daren’t tell anyone, my friends will be too embarrassed to be seen with me. Its not cool to like things like that, the people who do like things like that haven’t got any style, and they don’t follow new styles, hairstyles and what makes you look good, they don’t bother finding out the newest stuff, which is hard not to because I wouldn’t be able to ignore all the adverts, billboards etc. These people also believe that singers like Kacey are created by clothing companies and music companies and hair companies as a living advert and she is an object of the media advertising campaign for companies to sell there products. Only people who make there own clothes and don’t spend loads of money on expensive hair products and clothes could think that.

 I’m really upset about my old best friend Michelle she has started liking all different types of music instead of just one and she has started wearing different clothes to me, she says that she has seen straight through all these fake pop stars, so my other friends won’t hang round with her and I don’t want to hang round with her, even though I get on with her really well, because every one will laugh at me. Mind you, she has a lot of friends any way.

        I’m going to get my hair done later on so I better get mum to make an appointment, that reminds me I’ve got to phone her.

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        “Mum”, it’s me, what time do you think you will be home?”

“I will probably be home about five; I’ve got loads of work.” She sounds stressful.

“Ok, I’m going down to get my tea at burger king”

“Alright, I’ve got to go sweetie, sorry, I’ll see you later.”

 I put the phone down and look in the mirror, I like everything about myself I know it is arrogant and vain but I love my face, with its nice pale spotless skin and perfect blue eyes, my nose is not too big or small and my lips are blood red ...

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