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1- Daisy

Too many people break and retreat into the beckoning shadows of depression, loneliness and suicide.
Personally, I've seen friends come and go, break and repair. And this one girl that I've known since Kindergarden, Daisy, went from a whining 4 year old to the most prettiest yet dented girl in the school.
She has broken more than once, more then I can count. It's not like she has sat down and physically shattered, it's more like a memory will trip her, causing her to falter. Everytime this happens, she regains the same curvy smile that seems to fool most.

Although the more.. Brighter people.. See her for what she truly is, however, in my mind she is whole, not a single crack in that tiny frame of hers.

See, Daisy Chrissa is my crush, and has been since Kindergarden. Her blonde sheened hair and crystalline aqua eyes give me colour, and fuel me to stay in this school. It would be easy for me to drop out, I'm the smartest kid in America for gods' sakes.

However, if I drop out, Daisy will fade from my grasp and I cannot allow something so wonderful to hide away by herself.

But enough of the love confessions. This girl is my neighbour and every night I will hear her play the same song, until 10pm when it switches off abruptly and the dancing shadows that whirl in the windows give up.

This occurance was one of the more intriguing things in my otherwise boring life.

Every love story begins and every love story ends. If it is continued, the story is phony, is non-existent.
My love story was no different from any other, neither was hers.

But Daisy's life story was something unique, heartbreaking, and well, it ultimately led to the downfall of her.

So welcome to a little love story I like to call:

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