Iris, black high tops, black nail polish, and black jeans, that pretty much sums her up. She always wears her dark blonde hair down, in tangly waves, ending just above her belly button, that was just how she liked it.
Iris wasn't the average seventeen year girl, who listened to taylor swift, and likes to braid hair. she prefers drawing, being alone while listening to rock music, and lighting candles that smelt like perfume. Iris enjoys watching the rain, while playing the guitar, but something was missing in her life.
She felt so empty and lost, and never felt real joy. Ya she still smiled but that doesn't mean anything. She has this ongoing sadness, that leaves her quiet wherever she went.
When people are constantly criticizing you and telling you that no one cares, you start to not care. She feels like there is no one out there for her, because of how sad she is, and how awkward and shy she seems.
No one talks to her, and she talks to no one. School is just one of the many things she hates, like people in general. why is the world so cruel? Why are people so cruel? Why is Iris so cruel to herself?
She waits every single day of her life for someone to make her feel at least a little bit loved or cared for. But some things just don't happen.
// Ok so I made this chapter just to explain the main character which you now know is named Iris. Her personality and all that I wrote in here, is pretty much the same as mine, so I hope this turns out alright
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Fanfiction"I don't believe that anybody feel the way I do about you now"
