Jones ( A Jaden and Willow Story )

Chapter five

POV-Willow

   I watch in dismay as long locks of hair slide down my back and to the floor. This is it. No more whip your hair willow. I can't believe all my hair is gone! Almost all of it anyway. I sigh. No going back now. I have to admit. This was something different. I just hope they don't chastize or tease me for this. I don't know if I'll be able to take it again. Everyone thinks I have it easy. Everyone believes I was "It Girl" from the beginning. Well I may not have started from the bottom, but I did start from the bottom in another way, popularity status. I was always too weird, too skinny, too awkward, too goody two shoes, you get the picture. I didn't fit in anywhere. I may be only fourteen, but you experience a lot in middle school, so when my ninth grade year came, I couldn't wait to leave. I really consider things again. I'm gonna lose at least have of my fans. I sigh.

"Junny are you sure about this?' I ask.

" It doesnt matter if Im sure. Its about you. Stop doubting yourself. If they don't like, it doesn't matter cus that means they dont like you. Dont you wanna know who your REAL friends and fans are. If they are, theyll stick around." she says. I guess shes right.

" What if I don't have any?" I mutter.

" Willow! Come on... You really believe that? You have millions of fans, and I'm certain some of them are bullied, or don't fit in. They look up to these fake celebs and think thats what they SHOULD be. If you show them the real you, which is pretty awesome, at least a few of those people will have someone real to look up to." she peps.

   If they are going through any of the stuff I went through, or worse, what jaden went through, they need someone real to look up to. If I can reach out and inspire those misfits out there, it would be worth all the critisism in the world.

" Okay. I wanna do this." I say.

" Good! Thats the Willow I know. " she supports.

   I really hope that through this, I can change someones life.

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POV- Jaden

MY DEAREST LOVELY DO YOU NOT SEE ME?

OR ARE YOU BLINDED BY YOUR OWN BEAUTY?

THE BEAUTY GIVEN TO YOU BY THE CREATOR OF THE STARS YOU SLEEP UNDER.

THE BEAUTY IM CERTAIN IS PROUD TO ADORN YOUR FACE, YOUR BODY, AND ALL ELSE YOURS.

I GUESS THERE IS A REASON TO YOUR BLINDNESS.

I SUPPOSE YOU ARE NOT READY YET.

I BELIEVE THOSE STARS YOU ARE SO FOND OF ARE TOO BRIGHT.

SO BRIGHT YOU CANT SEE 

SO BRIGHT IT TAKES AWAY FROM ALL OTHER LIGHT

AND LEAVES ME IN DARKNESS

BUT ONE DAY MY LOVE THOSE STARS WILL DIM, FOR MY OWN LOVE WILL OVERTAKE IT

AND YOU WILL SEE, AND THE STARS WILL LIVE FOREVER IN YOUR EYES

AND THOSE STARS IN YOUR EYES WILL SAY THEY LOVE ME EVERY NIGHT,

AND EVERY DAY

I REFUSE TO LET THEM STOP. THEY WILL, MY LOVE, BE MINE.

   I resharpen my pencil to a perfect point, and set it down where goes. I clasp the strap around the notebook, and set it down perfectly straight in the corner of my desk. I look at my clock because that was a long poem, and find I'm still on time. I go downstairs and have my usual everyday breakfast of plain pancakes and granola. To my surprise, Dad comes prancing down the stairs.