Lilly's pov : A year before the death of Daisy Gold
I sit on my own in the library as I eat my lunch and write in my journal.
I'm Lilly in 16 and I don't really fit in,I know I'm a basic lonely girl in a library but the thing is, if none sees me then none can care, duh...
I've gone to Woodstock school for the gifted for 3 years and I can say that I don't know what gifts we uphold in this place but they are not grace and decorum for others.
Nothing happens here ever and that's cuz we are all slowly turning into robots...
Jk
But everyday is the same and I'm literally so lonely that I'm writing in a diary.
If a diary could see it wouldn't wanna b friends with me..I have short black hair and white glasses,freckles all on my face and my brown eyes don't help with my Appearance and that's just my face
I'm in my school uniform, nothing out of the ordinary except a few pins from my brother. And his dog tags too...
As I said we are all just boring and dull peopl-
"Is anyone sitting here?" I look up as I slam my book so they can't see,it shocks her but she and I regain our composure..
"Yeah I guess" she promptly sits and begins to say.
"Hi my name is Daisy,I'm new to Woodstock." She smiles and reached out to shake my hand.
I grasp her hand firmly as I shake it."No offence Daisy but why are you sitting here?" I say in the nicest way possible.
She smiles unfazed by my boldness and says "You looked alone,I'm alone,let's be alone together."
I know and we discuss books.
She is beautiful like how can god make that,wtf.
She has emerald green eyes and long blond hair (she looks like the main girl form clueless) he face has not spots,not blemishes at all,like a doll.
Her uniform is all ironed and new although her jacket is denim,which isn't normally allowed but I doubt anyone would stop her , she is a girl who gets what ever because she is just stunning and honestly I don't mind that.
"I never caught your name" she says to me.
"Lilly,Lilly Griffin."
"Omg we will be next to each other on the register!"
Why is she so exited about that? "Cool" weirdo
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When Im Home I write our encounter in my journal as if it were and astrological event that could Bering a new wave of revolution.
I lay in my bed as I put my headphones on and play seabirds by pizzagirl.
I fall into a deep sleep not knowing that this girl would change my life.
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Dying wish
Bí ẩn / Giật gânA coming of age more like a coming of death. We see the last time a girl is alive and the misfortune of here demise