I'll Always Choose You

I'll Always Choose You

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I'm the kind of girl that absolutely doesn't care. At all. I don't care about what people think of me. I don't care about what I wear or what I say. I just don't care about anything anymore, you know? But whenever I'm near Michael Barret, I just...I don't know. I kinda get all girly and weird and creepy. It really annoys me, but Michael just has that effect on me, and I'm not sure why. He's not much the popular type, but I see him talking to them and hanging out with tons of pretty girls. He seems laid back and mysterious which makes me want to find out more. He has the perfect hair, the perfect eyes, the perfect laugh, the perfect smile, and the perfect lips. I sound like an idiot, don't I? Ugh, why does he do this to me? I don't know. But here's my- I mean, our story.
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(Not edited) Some might say I'm just a pretty average teenager. And at some points, I would probably agree with them. I spend way too many money on random, useless stuff. I spent hours talking with my two friends about the boy I like. Even though I know he will never notice me or even look at me. I cry over the most random things, and laugh when there's no reason to. My brown hair is always in the same ponytail, and I always wear the same type of clothes. And way too much eyeliner, because I don't have time to move it in the mornings, to put on some new. Long sleeved shirts and jeans. Oh, and then my name is Megan. So yeah. That's me. Almost. 'Cause I have a secret. Something that no one knows about me. Well in fact, my big secret doesn't really affect me anymore. Because I've have moved on. Or I at least thought I had. Until a boy showed up in my life. And ruined it all. Wanna know what happened? Then I suggest you keep reading.

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