This is my dream boy, too bad he is fake

This is my dream boy, too bad he is fake
This is my dream boy, too bad he is fake

Tuesday, October 5, 2010

Starting

Distracted and uninterested, these are too fond of feeelings for deliha, she walks into the gym with a jersey that has a resemblse to a bumbke bee and that hugs her curves alittle to closer for comfort with black spandex showing off her strong athletic legs. The wind blows past her, making her hair raise and fall against her face gently, with the sun with almost an orange hue shine on her striking features of violet blue eyes, dark curly hair, plump light pink lips and pale skin. She has never fit in and never really intends to. Volleyball keeps her somwhat sane and makes her accomplish something in her free time, but her true love is reading. When she is buried into a book the world is a blur and she is in the story she is experience the terror, thrill, and love the charatcers do, she gets to explore her imaginations that has been denied by the world she lives in now. As she walks she sips slowly a drink, trying to determine what it taste like excatly she comes up with blue, the drink is just plain tasting of blue. The slight frost and tang the drink brings out and that way it cool her throat, can only be descirbed as blue. No one would understand if she were to explain the flavor of this new drink, but in her world blue is a drink and love is within reach, no judgements are made, and she is considered beautiful. She in fact is stunning and ravenousing but she is different no one can and wont see past her difference, she has friends but pays little attention she doesnt need the attention of the popular girls and boys, she has her secert world, the world of dark romance, dark creatures, and acceptance of what she is. When she arrives home she find a mirror and looks and see the girl she truly is.

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