"I'll always be here, princess"
Your father said caressing your forehead, and kissing
her warm skin.
You glanced at the bright light above you, she had never liked the dark, but at least it was bright now that her father had come.
Now she nuzzles her fathers hand
as tears burn her throat.
Beneath the pleated covers her skin looks raw and tart
"I'll always be here, princess"
He whispered closing his eyes
and pouring at her heart.
It's always guilt and embarrassment that comes over me when I attempt to kill myself. If it fails, it just fucks my life up even more than it already is.
Why am I left behind?
Back to 1940s
She walked into the room wearing a yellow knitted sweater and a long flowing skirt that had dogs on it.
She reminded me of a person written by a French goddess.
You stole the air from my lungs and I instantly sat up properly straightening my back from how I was actually about to fall asleep listening to Mr T's annoying tiring voice, rambling on about how successful his daughter is and how he expects us to be just like her.
But since she entered the school I couldn't even focus on what his voice was saying because all I could think about was her. How she had long blonde hair that would just about stop flowing past her shoulders. She had a yellow, thick headband in her hair matching her sweater.
She didn't once notice me, she sat at the back of class right next to me. We have our own single desks and she was on the one next to me.
Fuck.
Chad Walters walked into the class and he saw her and smirked towards his friends before walking up to me "get the fuck up" he ordered and you stared into his careless eyes and got up.
"Hey there's no need to be rude" the new girl said as she looked at him with a glare.
"Oh hey there sweetheart, you must be new, I'm Chad Walters" he said as he patted her thigh
You could see as her cheeks tinted a different shade, red,
just so happens to be my favourite colour.
Seeing her blush over someone else made me mad, or maybe I wasn't admitting to myself that Im actually jealous.
"Asshole" you muttered to yourself as you exited the classroom while the teacher was shouting for you too come back.
You put your mini radio on that was placed on the waist band of your skirt and you started dancing to your childhood crushes music.
You skipped and twirled around the hallways as the song echoed through the hallways.
But what you didn't know that she was watching you. And you were the first person to bring a smile to her face at the new school.
A thing she'll never know about.
A/n
This was a short chapter but I've got more coming today. And I would picture this whole story theme/school/sense of fashion on the movie Greece and the new girl to be Cindy from it. But you can picture whatever you want from the description I gave you.
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VICTORIA
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