The old prom queen. Mean, hot and blonde.
Loved by the ones who wanted to take her to their beds, hated by the ones who couldn't stand her and envied by those who wanted her throne. She was everything to the school: gossips, fame, talent and beauty. But when she died, she wasn't much that a simple and forgetful ghost. No one could remember her name, no one cried in her funeral, the only thing that her spirit thought could live forever was her body, but it also rotted.
Everyone replaced her with a fake and more platic version of herself, it was her best friend no more and less.
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Excerpts From My Brain
AcakPalabras jamás dichas, sueños robados, recuerdos que aún duelen y fantasías de mi mente que no serán vistas por nadie pero son publicadas para sacarme el dolor del pecho.
