My name is Maribelle Watson, I'm seventeen years old and for as long as I can remember my world has been dance. It's my dream, my lucky charm that I keep with me everywhere I go, my passion. But lately I haven't been so in love with as I used to.
My last years of high school are trickling away, and now I'm faced with the kingdom I have created. Namely, a large group of girls who all seem exactly the same. Frankly, it's a miracle I've ever been able to keep any of them straight. Height and hair color seem to be the only differences worth mentioning.
And there I go again, saying terrible things that I don't even mean. It's become so ingrained in me I'm not sure if I could stop, supposing I wanted to. But this wasn't supposed to be how I was going to start this. I was going to fill this notebook with the most honest, deepest parts of me that I could possibly find, assuming there are any to be found.
Let's start over.
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Dreams
General FictionEthan dreams of Maribelle, the beautiful and popular dancer, every night, but in his dreams she's not the same person as she seems to be in reality. Meanwhile, Maribelle struggles with facing an image of herself she has painted, one that she feel...
