It Started With A Kiss

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Blue's POV

When I was 13 I used to read fantasy and romance stories and wish that one day my life would get to be like one of the characters in those books. Book after book all having a happy ending. I waited for my prince to come and whisk me off my feet to save me from this life of mine.

One day I was literally slapped out of my dream by my mother who I believed lives to make my life miserable. That was when I woke up and realized that no one can save me from this life but myself. And that was when it started.

Everything in my life turned into a routine, waking up in the morning, getting ready to go to school, sometimes eating breakfast, go to school, learn, come home, do my chores as in clean my room even though it is never messy, wash and practically clean the rest of the entire house, eat, study, sleep and like the water cycle it repeats itself. I even blocked myself from having any emotion towards anything.My parents did not even realize my change in behavior because they were too busy with my sister, April, to realize. Not that I minded because my sister was having some problems with University and sometimes we both got along.

Sometimes I wondered if they treated me like that because I was ugly one but they have have been doing it so long that they probably didn't realize it either.

Though sometimes i would forget why I was doing all of this and doze back into my fantasy world only to be brought back again by some tragic event. Doing these things was not hard for me not only because I didn't have any friends but also because I keep reminding myself that in the end I can would be out of this 'hellhole'. To summarize that, work hard, celebrate hard.

All that led me to were I am now looking at myself in the mirror. People often tell me how beautiful I have grown up to be ( not to be conceited or anything) but I think I look quite ordinary wavy brown hair, pink lips and ordinary but the one feature that I take quite a liking in are my ocean blue eyes and I have to wonder if they are just comparing me to how looked when i was younger.

Right now I am preparing myself for one of the biggest interviews in my life. The one that could change everything. You see I applied for one of the best school in America, Avlon Academy (A.N. Not a real school), but the only problem was the money so I applied for a scholarship because once I got a job I stopped asking my parents for money but I do not get paid enough to pay for the school and asking my parents is not an option for me.

I smooth down my ordinary black dress and grabbed my purse. As I was reaching for my car keys I looked at the clock.

"Crap." I basically shouted.

I need to leave like now or else I am going to late. I ran to my car that was,yup you guessed it, bought from the money I saved up from my job and speed off to

the restaurant that I was told meet the dean at. The reason why it was the dean who was giving the interview was because it was the first time they are ever giving a scholarship.

As soon as I was parked I quickly got out of the car and ran towards the entrance of the restaurant.With my luck I ran into someone but it was not our heads that collided.

It was our lips........

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