When Paisley was ten, she rode her first bicycle out in the local park with Nicci. She fell out of balance once and scraped her knee, and Nicci was the one who cried the most even though it was Paisley who got hurt.
When she was twelve, she met Elliot in the swing set behind the school. He was alone and Paisley didn't want to go home yet. It was actually Elliot's birthday, the day they met, so Paisley went into the nearest cake shop and bought him a triple chocolate cake.
When she was fourteen, she was bullied. Name-calling. Being pushed up against a wall. Taking everything she had in her wallet. Crying herself to sleep. But Nicci was still by her side then.
When she was sixteen, she met Bryan in her elective class. Riley used to like him, but for some reason, Paisley was drawn to him, and you can't exactly blame people who care, right?
And when she turned eighteen, she lay there in the white sheets.
No one ever saw that words hurt Paisley the most; their words cut deeper than any knife.
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Short StoryPaisley Roux. She wasn't the type of girl your parents warned you about; she was the type of girl your parents forgot to warn you about. Exclude smoking, drinking, and partying-the typical things you do to be branded as a bad girl. Paisley was far...
