A/N: Hey guys, I am indeed alive, I am attempting to make this tory more mature lmfao we all know this is going to be hard lol. I am editing as of rn, and yes I will update, you're all welcome. Okay, let the shitty story commence!!!!
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Nar, such a simple name, though this name didn't give the young girl any justice. She was anything but ordinary, though she did lose herself in her own world while crafting pictures of the men of her dreams, she possessed something that was overlooked by those who she went to school with her.
Her spark was often dimmed by those other cliché girls who believed that they were superior. They attempted to make up for the lack of personality, with their brand names and latest accessories that haven't even been unveiled to the public yet. Let's not forget about the layers of makeup smeared upon their skin, as well as spider leg lashes that were oh so "in fashion".
Nar often wondered how many makeup wipes it would take to remove all of that pore-blocking gunk off of their faces. Heck, if the new trend was to wear a garbage bag atop one's head and walk around with spaghetti in their hair, the self-proclaimed trendy girls at Nar's school would do it, all in the name of fashion. Nar needed none of this nonsense, she didn't possess enough time or money to invest in such "riches", and she was indeed a beauty.
Her caramel-colored skin seemed as if it had been painted by the hands of Aphrodite herself, utilizing delicate strokes to, in essence, soften her skin. Milk chocolate eyes that seemed to tell the world all that her heart-shaped pout couldn't. Ironically, she sat in front of the mirror for numerous amounts of time, criticizing every aspect of her tall, lean and shapely body that contained no major flaws to be pointed out.
However, her demons emerged from time to time beckoning her to do things that one would deem ridiculous when they are in their right mind. She attempted her best to push them down once again as if swallowing a pill containing cyanide. Overtime the hatred for herself that she had gained over the years would poison her, resulting in deadly consequences but she didn't care. She wanted to be genuinely happy, a feeling that was so foreign to her, one that she hadn't embraced since her parents had thrown her to live with her guardian, all for the sake of a better education.
Nar often found herself faking a smile and suppressing the hurt she felt inside, besides her friends, she was alone. Nar had only a few friends, so few that she could count them on her fingers. Those few friends that did see the spark she contained, were instantly pulled to her presence. The ultimate reason she had such a few amount of people to call her own was due to the fact that she simply came off as cold, however, her heart was anything but. She was soft to those that knew her wholly, her friends admired her as she would do anything for them. Yet she also had a bite like no other, mess with her or the ones she loved? She would chew you whole with one look, and gently shove your face in an oven while smiling.
She tends to appear as an introvert, only talking to those who attempted to break the silence and see past her cold facade. Her high school was no place for warriors like Nar and her best friends, such people were walked all over in society and not even given a second glance. This time, Nar's situation was different than the rest. Her warm heart wasn't only noticed by her friends, there was another who wanted her so desperately, unwilling to share, all to himself, and the feral desire was consuming her. His eyes had locked on her existence for a year now, a predator hunting his prey. He'd seen her through it all, when her friends had taken her out on her birthday to get her mind off of her lousy excuse of a guardian, the one she spent all night crying over, to the day when she was deemed "responsible" enough to finally go for a stroll around town alone, where he had met his beauty.
