Contains mild profanity, please read at your own risk.
she's the girl next door.
her black presentable heels clicks against polished marble, 3 centimeters thick framed glass resting on top of her button nose.
once again there's that leather jacket clad woman pretentiously lifting her head slightly as if she had no care for the world, strutting down the hallway of Dream High, French braid resting on her shoulder and humming Pretty Girl.
" I can swear, "
Pale skin inherited from snow white, deer like cyan globes that rested in a backdrop of white? Her innocent lips probably never uttered a single profanity.
" fuck you, and you too. "
she swipes the books which tumbled down from someone who accidentally bumped into her, and he wore a mask of pure shock.
" I can joke, "
her entourage picks her up from the neighbourhood of lockers, and she promptly slams hers shut, walking off and their heads were thrown back delicately in abrupt laughter, bubbly and sweeter than any of the thoughts that were ever conjured on this school compound.
" I say what's on my mind "
she raised her hand and cajoled the teacher into letting her off early, sauntering to the willow tree near that clear lake where everyone threw coins and made a wish for stardom.
they never came true though.
" If I drink, if I smoke, I keep up with the guys "
Saturday night and her body was wrapped in a sequin dress stopping below her butt and bursting at the seams around her chest, swaying to the music instinctively, perfumed in Chanel no. 5
Elsa Arendelle Winters.
She was my Queen Elizabeth,
And I would go down on my knees to sing praises of her.
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Poetry" for all eternity, she was blind. But what she could see, was far beyond eyesight could view. " A couple of on the spot one shots and poems, and a fanfic or two. please tell me the artist of the cover if you know! I'll credit him/her! Updated b...
