She...is my friend.
She...acted as a bridge to the person I like even though I'm not asking her to.
She...is Bridgette.
The bastard 'bridge'.
A/N: The following is work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons living or deadis purely 'coincidental.'
Especially you, 'Bridgette Santero'.
Bitch.
I...am the good girl 'gone bad.'
I...am the protagonist who became the antagonist.
I...am the one who supposed to be happy but she took him away from me and now I'm the one who is bad.
I...am like the step sister of CInderella.
I am the antagonist in their story but the protagonist in MY story.
Yes, I am the 'wicked' step sister.
The vain witch.
The selfish Ursula.
But come to think of it. Am I really the wicked one if I AM THE ONE WHO LOST THE MAN I LOVE AND I JUST WANT HIM BACK?
AM I BAD FOR I WANT TO BE HAPPY BEING WITH THE BOY I LOVE THAT IS NOW HAPPY WITH THAT FREAKIN' BRIDGETTE?
Hah! Well...FCK THE FREAKIN' WORLD OF FAIRY TALES AND ONE SIDED STORY.
This is my message to you, Bridgette.
...curse you.
Hatelots,
Angel
