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Continúa, Has publicado jun 25, 2018
This is the story of a girl who used to live a normal life. One who used to think story tales came true and fairy godmothers came to you. Dreams were meant to be followed and everyone fell in love. Then I woke up, I fell into a dark pit of real life. I felt like I was drowning and there was no way to escape and I am completely out of air. One Minute I was asleep in my princesses pink bed and the next I was asleep on the cold hard floor grabbing for my blanket. That's kind of how life here feels like right now. Today my whole town felt like they were grabbing the blanket to feel some kind of thing. Some kind of emotion at all. The kids are all at the park playing and chasing each other around, they are lucky they can move on. The adults aren't as bad off as we are, especially the guilt-ridden ones. Were all stuck, stuck on the ride that never ends. Welcome, to High School, The one place that nobody ever figures anything out. Nobody is going to figure it out especially in this town, with these people it will never end. My high school is your average typical school. All the dramas there too, but my town has a web-spinning deep into the darkest part of our town all the way to the tallest pine tree that the sun's rays hit first. Even though those rays would not be able to keep this small town from drowning in the darkness that forever left us spiraling downwards
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"Growing up around fairytales, Disney princesses and teen films, we are raised to believe that happy endings are always in store for us. But more often than not, reality sinks in, and the happy ending doesn't occur. Especially in high school. The main reason I liked this book so much was because it was so real. It was a love that was destined to crumble from the start, and yet, you kept pushing your luck. We've all been there. The late night texts from your crush waking you up to talk about nothing, the unexpected butterflies when you see him, the gross flaws he possess that you don't seem to notice, or the small things he does that turn you on. Most importantly, we learn that love truly is blind. We're unobservant to the world around us when our teenage love obsession is staring down at us with those big, brown, adorable eyes of theirs. And then when we wake up from this dream-like state that is a first love, we realize that he's not this perfect, older, mature man... but this boy."