short poems

★~F A I R Y T A L E S~★

Once upon a time, there was a person. That person thought she was a nice, fortunate person to have friends who supported her. One day, it was coronation at her school. A queen would be picked be the teachers. Everyone thought it would be someone who shared the traits of a loyal, caring, fine young lady. But weeks prior to this, the person had found out her friends stabbed her in the back, bullying her. Luckily, some of her closest friends were with her to help her go through this. The day the queen would be picked, she had felt sick to her stomach, not because of nerves. Yes, she was nervous, but she had a bloody morning (girls u know what I mean) that it made her sick. She left to school convincing herself that she would be fine. She had made it through the begining of the ceremony but unfortunately, she had to make an exit. The person had found out that the queen was the backstabbing friend. She did feel sad because she had been dreaming about this moment since she was in kindergarten. Her poor little dream was crushed. When she thought that all of her world was dark, she found a light. She had been accepted to a great school. Months had passed by and she had to look at the backstabbing "friend" in her classes, breaks, stores and almost everywhere she went. She thought that her life was ruined, she would never find friends. That's when a new light appeared. Friends who cared, and made her smile on her cloudy days. She had also met a very good friend (person I had referred to prior to this poem, also known as Friend), and his name was George. Although she met him once, she had crush on him for his personality, humor, kindness, and respective manner. The story continues. That girl's name is mine, this story is just a small take of the long tale. The story do continues until who knows when.