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- Parts 2
- Time 8m
Ongoing, First published Mar 16, 2017
People never understood me. Fake people, fake smiles, fake love, fake me... I'm considered to be pretty popular in my high school. I have friends, a nice car, a crush on my neighbor, and I make decent grades in school. But the problem with all of that is that people don't know the real me. No, "friend," really knows me, no boy understood me, nobody knew I was not the normal girl I was pretending to be. Hi I'm Elizabeth Harper, at a whopping 5'4 with extremely curly, fiery red hair and dark brown eyes. My physique was small and considered to be "pixie-like" by some of the people I knew. I don't particularly know what I'm doing with my life yet. I don't express emotion, I try not to feel emotion, I have been this way for years. Shut off, over protective, and a complete mystery to everyone I've met.All Rights Reserved
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