Chapter one;
Cristaline.
Stomach in, chest out.
Head High, Pretty Smile.
Rosy Cheeks, Shiny Hair.
These we're the things Cristaline Summers had to remember each passing minute.
To every one she was the epitome of perfection, Specially with her kind gold heart and smart witty brain.
But to Cristaline she was not perfect.
Not worthy of adoration.
Not worthy of joy.
People we're so caught up on her physical act, that they hadn't bothered to acknowledge her for her.
Her friends liked having someone everyone liked walking by their side so much, that they ignored how she felt about them.
She was nothing but the star on top of the christmas tree.
A display.
And They were nothing but plastic bags: fake and slowly but surely killing you in the process of their so called hugs.
If you would ask Cristaline how she viewed herself ,you would laugh at her choice of adjectives. They would roll their eyes and say she was being nothing more but humble, when in reality her view on herself sucked.
She didn't want to be the pretty fake Barbie doll she was now but she was in too deep to ever swim out. It would be useless.
The only choice she thought she had was to let the weight of her body pull her deeper until she could escape. Escape forever.
Really? The perfect Cristaline summers was having suicidal thoughts?
Who would've guessed? The needy beggar? Her barbie doll friends? Her Dad's mistress? No one.
So with that thought Cristaline slept. She needed more time to ready herself for the tortures that the first day of school brought. Ready herself for being fake.
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Curing Cristaline
Teen Fiction"You can't cure the incurable Ed." Her eyes glossed with unshed tears. "Won't hurt to try though." Sadness filled his voice "It wouldn't hurt." I repeated as i tried to smile.
