Girls are credited with being emotional messes. I guess I'm no different.
-RainbowTears47
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Blossoms POV:
Let me tell you my story.
My name is blossom Clementine Chillers. I am a sixteen year old orphan. Last month my twin went missing. my parents died when I was younger.
I have brown hair down past my butt and plain brown green eyes. I am very small for my age because I never eat. Its hard to feed an orphanage full of hungry kids always wanting more.
Anyway enough about me. Let's move on with this story, shall we?
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I hate this day. Its the one day people can just walk up and adopt a kid with minimum hassle. Adopting day.
For a lot of kids today will be the best day in their lives. they will be adopted into a loving family. There's even a chance I'll get adopted.
But let's get real, This isn't Fudging Wattpad. This is life.
I sigh as the alarm rings in speaker system signaling that its time to go outside where the people are waiting.
Joy.
Grabbing my backpack and my Mp3, that I may have shoplifted, I walk outside. Waiting to great me were about 20 people.
The most noticeable people where a older couple who were crying, A girl probably in her early 20s who was sporting the hippy and dippy look and a group of about five boys all wearing dark shades and beanies.
For a second I think it might be one direction like in those obnoxious fanfics, but once again, Let's get real. This isn't fudging Wattpad.
I Put my ear buds in and sat under a big oak tree. I pull out my writing journal and start writing. After about 5 minutes of freedom the crying couple come towards me.
"Hello." The lady says, still crying I might add. In response I nod my head. "You remind me so much of my daughter. She died. What's your name?"
Ugh. another one of those parents trying to replace their kid. It sickens me quite honestly.
"Listen." I say. "I'm gonna put this as nice as I can. But I'm not your daughter. Stop trying to replace her."
And with that I sling my backpack over my shoulder and start climbing the big oak tree. When I reach the middle part of the tree I look down to see the couple talking to a five year old.
They gave up on me that easily? I'm hurt.
Rolling my eyes I continue climbing. I reach the top and perch myself on a branch, with my back leaning against the tree trunk.
"I thought you might come here." I hear a voice. I nearly jump out of the tree.
"Eliot!" I whine looking up. There perched on a thick branch was my best friend.
"Whaaat?" He mocked back, climbing down to my level.
Eliot is my best friend. He has always been there as a major part in my life. He was even there when the bad thing happened.
"You scared me you jerk. and on top of that I can't write because your here." I complain to him.
"Or you could just show me your writings." He argues.
A ground rule we have is that he can't look at my writings. ever. I'm the only one who can. That's a fact jack.
"Nope. Can't do that." I say.He gives me his puppy face, looking at me with his adorable brown eyes that are so freaking beautiful.
Wait who said beautiful? Not me. Whistle. Whistle.
"Fine." I say and smirk at his shocked face. "You may see one and only one poem."
"You write poetry?" He asks as I flip through my thick notebook. "Yup. a little." I say handing him my life more or less.
Why would I do this? I ask myself as I see him skim over the words.
{ This is a part from do you want to build a snowman... I know. but its really sweet yet sad so for the sake of my soul pretend that blossom really wrote it as a poem and not a song from frozen. I'm sorry. but yes I watched frozen and loved it... don't judge me! I'm a teenage girl so I love stuff like that. gosh you people are so judgmental.}
Please, I know you're in there,
People are asking where you've been
They say "have courage", and I'm trying to
I'm right out here for you, just let me in
We only have each other
It's just you and me
What are we gonna do?
"You wrote this?" He asks looking up at me while handing my book back.
I feel my face immediately blush, and I get defensive. "Yes! See this is why I don't let you see my stuff. its horrible."
His face becomes hard to read and like an emotion like fear? flashes across his face. "No,No! Its amazing and beautiful, Yet so unique and inspiring at the same time."
Eliots POV:
like you.
