How to be a Heartbreaker
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Dernière publication lun., oct. 13, 2014
Lexie Wright was the queen of Crater Lake High; everybody knew her. Girls wanted to be her and boys wanted to do her. She was wild, "lived on the edge." Did whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted.
Lexie and I had the time of our lives that year. We were under a spell that no one could break. We were sixteen and we stayed out past the sun's awakening over the horizon, smoked cigarettes by the lake, got drunk on rooftops, skinny dipped at midnight.
I knew what was going on in her mind. I knew why she did everything she did; why she broke hearts, why she tried to smoke and drink away her problems and insecurities. Sometimes I wonder if her death was really an accident.
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So this is a lil story based on the lyrics of "How to be a heartbreaker" by Marina and the Diamonds. Progress will be slow. Enjoy!
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