(Previously known as: The Life of the Bullied)
~How can you say you love someone, when you can't even love yourself?~
"I love you, Sarah Emilia Hall."
"I-I think you should leave." I could literally see the life drain out of his eyes when I sa...
✋Hold up! This book is not for the faint of heart, so if you don't like the obsessive use of bullying, swearing, fights, picking on of weight, grammar errors, a weak character, insecurities, and a hard challenge to get to a happy ending, this book is not for you. This book also approaches mental disorders, eating disorders and has some violent scenes. So, if you are uncomfortable reading about any of these things I suggest turning away now! Oh, and BTW I am very comma happy. Yeah, this is my only warning so turn away now if this is you. Goodbye, I shall leave you with this picture of Stephen James, who's playing James Black in the story. ☺
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Chapter: 1- James Was A Player
❤Sarah's POV❤
Every girl hopes of having their own special happy ending. Some stray far from the whole "normal" path, while others, they're so plain and boring, they want the story that's been said thousands of times. You know the whole 'I wish a prince will come and marry me and help me get out of this place where I have very bad self confidence and I think I'm ugly but I am not, and he's going to tell me I am beautiful' thing. Yeah, I'm pretty sure everyone knows that one.
But me, no I didn't want all that fake, fairy tale crap, I wanted something real. Something that would cause me to feel as much heartbreak and heartache as heart clenching...love. I wanted a love where someone would fight for me, just as hard, if not harder, than I would for them. I didn't want a fake love experience, I wanted the real soul crushing love, I wanted to feel as if it was real. I still wanted to be in reality with my love, not some alternate universe where everything went my way.
I knew fairy godmothers weren't real, and heck if they were, I sure as heck knew I wasn't getting one. Sighing, I snapped out of my thoughts, applying more of the bright red lipstick to my lips, before stepping back and admiring my appearance in the bathroom mirror.
Looking back at me I saw long brown, unruly curly hair perfectly surrounding my roundish head, pale, fair skin, light green eyes that were outlined in dark mascara, making them seem huge. Now that I thought of it, it did seem to give me the whole doe eyed thing, my eyelashes were curled and elongated to perfection, and my nose wasn't overly big, or small. It was just right and it turned a little, I liked to think I had a cute button nose.
My lips were my best feature I think, well that's what everyone told me saying that I was stuffing my face all the time. But anyways they were perfectly proportional, they weren't thin and pale like all the snobby rich, popular girls' in school, no, my lips were plump, and an amazing natural pink color. But right now they were painted a bright red, one that was bound to make me stand out, be noticed. Smiling as I thought I looked good enough, I quickly stashed my makeup in my bag, going out of the girls' restroom, just in time for the first bell to ring.
Time to get to class. I tried to walk down the hall with nothing but confidence radiating from me, but that was soon a forgotten idea. "Sarah! Sarah, I know you hear me! Turn around!" And that high pitched annoying voice was why.
