Angel is a 13 year old girl who has depression. She always fell hard for boys she liked, and sometimes she was a little too blind to see that they were using her. Most of the boys she fell for, just wanted to use her. Angel got so sick and tired of that, that she was okay with being single until she found the one.
One day, Angel was going through her Facebook page and she got a text from someone named Austin. She didn't know him, but she did know that they had been friends on Facebook for a while. She quickly replied "Hey sorry", and then she looked at his profile. Angel thought that he was very attractive, which was true, he was. Just for a quick second, she thought maybe that Austin would be the one for her.
"Why are you sorry?" Austin asked.
"Cause I replied late"
"Oh it's fine, what's up?"
"Nm, what's up with you?"
"Same, just hanging out bored"
"I feel ya lol" "Can I ask you something?"
"Sure"
"How come you texted me?"
"I was bored"
"I mean I'm not bothered by it, it's just no one ever texts me first"
"Really why?"
"Cause I'm ugly, annoying, and weird"
"Really, send me a pic I doubt your ugly"
"*Sends pic of her on a white horse with trees in the background*" " I don't have one rn, I'm on a computer" "And yes, I'm ugly af"
"I think your cute"
"Funny joke"
"I'm serious, your cute"
"I'm really not.. like at all..." "Do you need glasses? Can you see okie?"
"I can see perfect"
"You sure?"
"100%"
"Then you most of saw something else, are you talking about the horse?"
"No"
"The trees?"
"No I'm talking about you"
"But but.. I'm not cute.."
"Ok your adorable"
Angel blushed. "Can you not make me blush"
"Why can't I make you blush?"
"I'm uglier"
"I doubt it"
"Its true" "Do you want sex out of me?"
"Wtf no"
"Are you lying?"
"I'm serious"
"That's the only reason why guys talk to me"
"I just want to be friends" "Is that ok?"
"Ya bruh"
"Ok well anyways, how old are you?"
"And now your gonna leave me because of my age"
"How old are you?"
"Well how old are you?"
"14"
"Oh, I'm 13" "Are you gonna leave now?"
"No why would I?"
"Cause of my age, everyone does"
"Your 13, I'm 14, I'm not gonna leave"
"Ok"
"So how are you?"
"And just so you know, I have trust issues, cause I've been lied to all my life" "And I'm sore and tired, you?"
"Ok, that's fine and I'm doing ok"
"Do you go to 13 nights?" ( 13 Nights is a thing on the river that the small town of St.Helens Oregon does every year, and it's really called 13 Nights On The River)
"Yea"
"Cool.. would you want to hang down there sometime?"
"Yea for sure, how about next Thursday"
"Ya, sounds great!" "Just asking but do you have a gf?"
"Nope, I'm single"
"Oh.. cool" *Angel smiled*. "And why the hell do you think I'm cute?"
"Yea"
"That doesn't answer my question"
"Cause of your smile and your face"
"I don't know why you think I'm cute.. I'm really not"
"Why don't you think your cute?"
"Cause I'm not" "And I'm not like the stuck up girls who think their hotter than shit"
"Yea well I think your pretty damn cute"
"And you have truly cute girls as your friends, I shouldn't be one"
"Why should you be one and how do you know?"
"I shouldn't be one" "And I accidentally clicked your page and saw your friends"
"Oh"
"Why don't you talk to them and not me?" "I'm sorry.."
"It's ok"
"But thanks for thinking I'm cute" "I put myself down all the time, everyday"
"Don't thank me and why"
"Cause of my depression and I'm fat, ugly, stupid, clingy, and annoying"
"Ok you are not fat, annoying, or ugly" "And your not stupid either"
"Ya I am..."
"No your not, I bet my grades are worse than yours"
"I got a,b,c,d,f's"
"I had all f's other than one c"
"Hey fam lol" "So you think I'm cute? Anything else? No? Ok?"
"Lol" "Yea I like your smile and your eyes and I bet you have a beautiful voice and how tall are you?"
"I'm a short ass mother fucker.. I'm 5'3"
"Great, I think your adorable cause your short"
"Awww thx" "I gtg but ttyl"
"Ok, bye"
Angel went to bed smiling that night, thinking that she finally found the one. Her one and only prince.
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Jake's Angel
RomansaAngel is a 13 year old girl, just looking for someone to love her, and not her body. One day, Angel thought that she had met the one. But, on that very night, she found another. She was tore on who to choose. She had to pick only one king for her.
