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(🌷) → mavis santos wasn't the type of pretty that made you stop and stare. she wasn't the type of smart that awed ivy league schools. she wasn't the type of girl that made you want to be around. she wasn't the type of girl that became someone...
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☆*°DAYLIGHT °*☆ ʃ "in love" ƪ CHAPTER 21
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(🎸) i've been in love with rosalie williams for the last eight years of my life.
i remember the exact moment i fell for her.
it was the fifth grade and i had fallen down at recess. little me had been bullied the first year in middle school so of course, four kids had surrounded me, pointing and laughing as i cried over the blood gushing from my knee.
i was getting disney channel flashbacks.
one kid started kicking my back, nudging me with his foot very harshly. i remember wishing to go home and never come back. i never wanted to come back here, to school, to these horrid people. it was just laughter and insults, a mix of noises that played nonstop in my head like a broken record.
and then it all stopped. i wiped the snot from my nose and looked up.
and there she was. rosalie williams. even in fifth grade, she was a well-known student and one of the most beautiful girls i've ever set my eyes on, even when if i didn't know the full meaning of beautiful at that age. yet i still felt it when i saw her. the four kids were running in the opposite direction, looking back at rosalie.
"yeah, run away!" she had yelled, her tiny voice carrying through the playground. her blonde hair was half up, a pink butterfly clip holding half of it up. i remember the exact spots it had jewels and the shirt she was wearing read 'mermaids are real because i'm one!'.
