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Lexi, and her struggles of being a teenage girl, and her developing powers...

If wewe weren't born with it
wewe can buy a couple ornaments

Lexi stared into the full-length mirror, hands resting kwa her sides before she placed them on her hips, letting out an annoyed sigh, catching Jamie’s attention as he passed kwa her room. The teen backtracked and slid into his sister’s room. “What’s up?” He asked and sat at the edge of the bed, sipping from a straw. “Can’t decide.. Help meeeee!” Lexi whined out and pulled her uniform’s skirt, upindo down, staring at her reflection. “Why me? And with what?” Jamie rose a brow and relaxed back, leaning on her elbows. “Every girl needs a gay brother for fashion.” She winked, giggling when her brother rolled his eyes in annoyance. “I don’t know if I want to wear the school’s tie, au the bowtie...” Lexi sighed and took a step back, falling back on the beside Jaime. He looked over and stood, grabbing both the options and staring at them. “Well, since your hair is pretty long, I’d say to go with the bowtie.” Jaime smiled and handed it over to her. “I’ll see wewe downstairs.” He patted her head before leaving the room.

Just be sure to read the warning, kids
'Cause pretty soon you'll be bored of it, ha-ha
Sexual, hujambo girl if wewe wanna feel sexual
wewe can always call up a professional
They stick pins in wewe like a vegetable

Lexi looked down at the bowtie in her hand, shrugging once as she slid it around into place and clipping it. She turned to the side and lifted her chin, straightening up her shoulders. She reached behind her and grabbed her hair, lifting it up. Fingers relaxed and the hair slowly slid back into place, the length stopping at the tail of her coat. She then slowly made her way over to the door and closed it, locking it.

Kids forever, kids forever
Baby soft skin turns into leather
Don't be dramatic, it's only some plastic
No one will upendo wewe if you're unattractive

The teen was silent at lunch, swirling her spoon around in the unappetizing lunch. She half listened to her friends, only looking up when their discussion peaked her interest. “Have wewe those hero freaks with the wings?” One of them asked, continuing only when she got a few replies. “Do they have like, feathers over their body?” “They’d have to! There’s no way they couldn’t” Another one piped in. “Lexi?” She looked in the direction that her name was called. “Pardon me?” She blinked, her friend sighing when she had to repeat herself. “What do wewe think? Also, your hair is getting like super long, don’t wewe think it’s time for a cut? Didn’t we agree to have shorter hair?” She tilted her head and Lexi just nodded. “Haven’t seen ‘em.” Lexi shrugged and stood, grabbing her tray. “I’ll see wewe guys in class.” She alisema and gave them a gentle smile before leaving the cafeteria.

Oh, Mrs. Potato Head, tell me, is it true that pain is beauty?
Does a new face come with a warranty?
Will a pretty face make it better?
Oh, Mr. Potato Head, tell me
How did wewe afford her surgery?
Do wewe swear you'll stay forever?
Even if her face don't stay together
Even if her face don't stay together

The teen hugged herself as she walked around her room eyes staring at the ground as she paced. She took deep breaths and ran her hands through her hair, tears threatening to spill over. "Can't.. I can't go today.." She whispered, shaking her head. Lexi looked up when she heard her name called from the other side of the door. "I'll be down in second!" She called out, her lower lip quivering.

If wewe want a little zaidi confidence
Potatoes turn to french fries, yeah it's common sense
All wewe need's a couple zaidi condiments
And a hundred thousand dollars for some compliments

Trembling fingers pulled the bowtie loose and she tossed it on the bed, barely unbuttoning the buttons on her shirt. She stopped in front of the full length mirror, not bothering to look up, her vision too blurred from tears. Lexi dropped her shati to the ground and opened the closet door, letting her wings loosen. Her eyes widen at the feeling and zaidi tears fell at the remembrance of the maoni made at school. Lexi stepped out of her skirt, upindo and closed the closet door, making her way across her room. She opened a drawer and grabbed a t-shirt, sliding it over her thin frame before pulling on shorts. "Not going to school today." She whimpered out and wiped her eyes, choking back sobs.

It's such a waste
When little girls grow into their mother's face
But little girls are learning how to cut and paste
And pucker up their lips until they suffocate

She was motionless for a few sekunde before she clenched her fists and the scissors flew across the room, the blades lodging into the mirror glass. Lexi covered her mouth, taking a few deep breaths to calm her down. She slowly walked over to the shattered glass and grabbed a piece, looking at her distorted reflection. She let out a few quiet cries and grabbed her hair with one hand, running the shard of glass through her hair. Lexi squeezed her eyes shut and dropped the glass, turning away from the mirror. She let out a soft sighed and began to clean up the mess, careful not look at her reflection in the mirror.

Kids forever, kids forever
Baby soft skin turns into leather
Don't be dramatic, it's only some plastic
No one will upendo wewe if you're unattractive

Lexi rubbed her arm as she made her way downstairs, tucking a short strand behind her ear when she sat down at the breakfast table. She twiddled her thumbs and looked down at her lap, feeling all eyes with her. Fang opened his mouth and then stopped, tapping his fingers on the table. "I want my wings gone." She alisema and looked up, looking at Fang when he coughed, almost choking on the water he was drinking. "You what?" Jaime asked and furrowed his brows together. "I-" Lexi began. "No." Fang cut her off, crossing his arms. "Why not?" She glared, hands gripping tightly onto his shirt. "Give me a valid reason as to why." He alisema and leaned forward, glaring back.

Oh, Mrs. Potato Head, tell me, is it true that pain is beauty?
Does a new face come with a warranty?
Will a pretty face make it better?

"I just.." She whispered and looked away, tearing up. It wasn't long before Devin was at her side, looking at the glass cut hair. "Exactly." Fang sighed, running his fingers through his hair. "School.." Jaime muttered, looking between his parents. "Clique of girls she hangs out, they're very.. particular." He sighed. Fang leaned forward, elbows resting his knees. "Is this why wewe cut your hair?" Lexi only nodded. "With glass.." She muttered and held out her left hand, inaonyesha the cut that was beginning to heal. Devin only stroked her hair, looking at her husband. He knew the look and only his shook his head. "Lex, the group wewe hang out with, if they want to change your appearance, then they are not your friends." He alisema softly, his tone changing completely. Lexi nodded and played with a longer strand of hair. "But," he started. "I do like your short hair. It looks good on you." Fang gave her a reassuring smile, one she hardly saw.

Oh, Mr. Potato Head, tell me
How did wewe afford her surgery?
Do wewe swear you'll stay forever?
Even if her face don't stay together
Stay forever, stay forever
Even if her face don't stay together
Stay forever, stay forever
Even if her face don't stay together

Oh, Mrs. Potato Head, tell me, is it true that pain is beauty?
Does a new face come with a warranty?
Will a pretty face make it better?
Oh, Mr. Potato Head, tell me
How did wewe afford her surgery?
Do wewe swear you'll stay forever?

Even if her face don't stay together
Stay forever, stay forever
Even if her face don't stay together
Stay forever, stay forever
Even if her face don't stay together
Stay forever, stay forever
Even if her face don't stay together
Stay forever, stay forever
Even if her face don't stay together