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18 year old Paris wasnt anything close to normal. she didint have that perfect long curly hair. perfect body. or perfect life. her parents passed away when she was 16 due to a horific plane crash. she lived on her own, paying all the bills, maintaining two jobs while still in high school. BUt Paris was very different. she had short black hair and one blue eye and one brown eye. she was only 4'8 and weighed 96 pounds. she was always laughed at for being so thin and different. she was healed back two grades. life wasnt very nice to her.
Paris' POV
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finally. Senior year. the very few months of pure torture....wait fot it........at a new school.
and finally the wonder full sound of my alarm clock goes off. i slowly crawl out of my bed and head to the bathroom to take a shower. the warm water falls down my back sending chills down my spine. i wash my hair, brush my teeth and hop out. i grab my phone to play some music while i get ready. i dry my hair and curl it put in my one blue contact so people dont find out about my freakish face...i do my make up and i pull out a pair of black ripped skinny jeans,a floral flowy blouse, my black vans and a Bennie that says "lol ur not Harry styles".
speaking of that amazing angel sent from God named Harry Styles. yes im 18 and obsessed with One Direction. but Harry. oh wow. im that one freak with 200 posters covering my walls and every single merch ever sold on shelves. dont judge. and in 26 days 145 minutes and 17 seconds im seeing him in concert....FRONT ROW!
just thinking about it sends chills down my spine. i walk down stares and Bennie to make my breakfast. its only 6:02 i still have 45 minutes until i have to be at school.
i make myself some waffles and coffee. i check my phone and respond to a few texts. and before i know it its already time to catch my bus. i grab my back and head out the door. i really didn't want to drive myself today.
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ahh the sweet smell of high school. i can already smell the drama and stress. i have no idea where im going. the bell rings and i haven't even made it to my locker. people are pushing through me and i drop all my stuff. well this is going to be a great day....
A/N herrrrow. im Mel. and just a fair warning i really suck at updating. so lets set a day...how about every Sunday? okay well Hope you guess like it! :) xx
