Life as a Candy Girl

Life as a Candy Girl

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When I was younger I was cursed to be stuck in the game CandyLand. I still remember the man's exact words. "If you don't find all of these items by the time your 16, you will never get out of this game"  Guess what, the pieces are all from different games! So basically I have to Wait for someone to accidently put pieces from other games in the CandyLand box. I'm 14 now,and my name is Krystal Smith. By the way, being a candy girl in candy land isn't at all butterflies and rainbows. PLEASE NOTE:story will not be exactly like the game, we added some things to make it more exciting
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I was never the cool girl. Never the centre of attention. Hell, the first party I ever went to was because Kheli dragged me there when I was seventeen. Oh, Kheli... Kheli was my first love. My first everything. But once we finished high school, we parted ways. My plans were very clear: go to university, have fun, go to parties, maybe fool around at some point when missing Kheli got too much for me to handle. I don't know - the typical university life you see in movies. However, it was nothing like that. I was struggling to keep up with my assignments, my classes, all the drama, the parties, Kheli, the people, Pokémon Go - everything. I couldn't keep up with any of it. And then... Eleanor Williams did what she does best. She came out of nowhere and planted herself right in the middle of my world. And like a very fucking annoying tree, she set down roots and refused to move. And then I found myself - God, kill me now - enjoying being around Eleanor Williams. I found myself watering the fucking tree even when I knew it would only make the roots grow deeper, until there was no way of pulling it out. (Yes, sometimes I make very shitty metaphors. You'll get used to it.) But just because I was, much to my dismay, enjoying Eleanor Williams's company didn't mean she wanted me around.

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