"Do you remember the girl, who used to sit in the back seat of the class? The girl, who isn't here anymore?"
"Oh... Her. She was a princess, no one was better than her. She always was walking like a homeless, with the same pair of dirty jeans and oversized hoodies, and those ugly shoes of hers... They used to be white, but now they have a shade of shit. You can see her colourful socks through the gap between jeans and shoes, and let me tell you, it looks disgusting.
If you want to be a princess, you should dress like one."
Willow
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𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚞𝚕𝚝, 𝙻𝚒𝚜𝚊 ✔
Short Story𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚞𝚕𝚝, 𝙻𝚒𝚜𝚊 - #1 in Imfine (2019.12.21)