Nicole had always believed that nice guys finish last. She has always been surrounded by people who thought of nothing, but themselves and their own desires. In retrospect, these environmental factors from her tragic upbringings had turned her heart...
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Diamonds? A dime a dozen. Gold? Falling out of pockets. Silver? Eh, you might trip over some. Copper? Practically a party favor. Welcome to Earth: the cosmic flea market where everything's a war-torn, never-ending tug-of-war for quality and quantity. Some swear by 'quality over quantity,' while others hoard like dragons in a discount cave. And then there are the ambitious ones—the greedy souls chasing both like it's a clearance sale.
But hey, greed's great! Who says it's bad? Being greedy means you're no pushover. You stockpile, you control supply, and suddenly everyone's gnawing at your heels for a taste. Offer them just enough to stay hungry, and watch them flock to your mirage of paradise like moths to a flame. Supply and demand? It's the gift that keeps on giving for centuries, millennia, and beyond.
Of course, there's always that one lunatic with a 'bright idea' to fix everything. "Let's thin the herd," they say, thinking it'll magically solve the world's problems. Spoiler alert: it doesn't. That's why Mother Nature invented Fool's Gold. To remind everyone that even fake riches have their place in this circus we call existence.
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Ugh, I hate that alarm clock. Anyway, the name's (Y/N) (L/N). Life's been nothing but chaos ever since I set foot in Lake Braddock Secondary School. And when I say chaos, I mean... okay, maybe not a lot—but a few major things went down.
Not exactly the kind of things I'd put on a résumé, either. Honestly, maybe if I stop obsessing over blending into the background, I'll finally manage to disappear entirely. You know, as long as no one's looking too hard.
I've been hurled into this thing called existence since day one, and honestly? I'm starting to wonder if someone's out there writing my life like a bad soap opera. Throwing random plot twists my way just so whoever's tuning in to my internal drama can cackle at my misfortune.
