In truth, I was, am, and never will be a normal person. I never get any of the boys. Ever. People say I have weird taste in music.
And I've never really looked good. I am slightly overweight, but my (lovely) friends assure me I'm not. But I still odn't believe them.
I'm not pretty either. Not in the slightest. I have straight brown hair that reaches my elbows. I have a few freckles sprinkled across my face an I'm quite short.
My family have never been the richest. They can pay for my brother's tutoring, and that's a stretch.
And in truth, I was learning to fly with my crush, and I didn't even know it.
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Learning To Fly **ON HOLD**
Teen Fiction"I paint a pretty picture A picture with a twist You see, my paintbrush is my razor And my canvas is my wrist. And as I paint this picture A fountain shall appear And with this flowing fountain My problems disappear." Laura Tisley suffers from depr...
