I look at her and she understands me.
Maybe the first person to understand me for a long time.
I realise that she isn't like the other girls.
Snobby rich and doesn't care that I exist.
I thought she just hung out with me because the other girls did,
But no.
She treated me like I'm still alive, a normal girl.
And she still does.
I begin to cry.
I don't know if they're tears of joy, or tears of sadness, and emotion.
I don't really care, just that this girl, my friend, is by my side, helping me heal my hurting wounds, my broken heart, and maybe - just maybe, the deadly and hurtful thorns of my roses. The petals that fall of one by one because no one loves me.
Maybe she could fix them again with a glue that only lies in her soul. Maybe be she could heal me. I'm broken. That's obvious. I took a picture on the park, when the doctor let me go for one day-Obviously I'm the girl on the right. The less pretty, and less fashionable one.
Who else would I be? Britney's pretty though. She told me that she doesn't wear makeup, only the eyeshadow. I've seen Valerie and Lora dump on pounds of it.
I don't get the point of it. I really don't. You put on makeup because you either feel self conscious, or you have a huge zit problem. I don't have either, and I know for a fact, that neither do the other girls. But she understands me. And to me, that means something. Something large.Hey! Whuzzup y'all! Just to be sure, I put a cast on my prologue, but it's not really a cast because I have no idea who the actors are. Just be thankful that you know what they look like, because I was this close *gestures with fingers* to not putting one in! But I'm honestly grateful for all of you guys, even though I'm no where near fame on wattpad. But luckily fame isn't what I want. Anyway, I'm eating Nutella right now, and it's pretty good.
- Zoe
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The Thorn To My Roses
Teen FictionRose Clary is the quiet girl at school. She's the girl that everyone talks over, She's the one that never raises her hand in class. But there's a reason she's quiet. And only Rose Clary herself, knows the thorns to her roses.