She was brilliant. She could make any situation into something good. She made jokes about anything she could. Her laughter was like music, and it always made you smile. She was happy, always smiling, and helped everyone when she could. She had gorgeous blue eyes that sparkled like diamonds. Her hair was soft and straight. Her eyes always crinkled when she laughed, and, when she smiled, the world stopped. She didn't care what anyone else thought; she seemed as if she was free from the problems of the world, and she didn't let anything get her down.
She could never leave the situation as it was. She always tried to make it better instead of letting you face reality. She always worried about everything, and she didn't understand that everything could be fine. She didn't always act nice, and she didn't always look gorgeous. She got mad, got sad, cried, loathed, but she tried to seem happy all the time for everyone around her. She tried to act like she was perfect, and she didn't have any problems.
She was the same person from a different point of view.
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Excerpts From Books that I'll Never Write
Teen FictionJust a book full of wanna-be stories :) except if you skip to 101 or 102 it's just me complaining because I'm a mess and no one reads this. it basically sucks. The feeling explode on excerpt #102, I strongly suggest starting there.
