Shooting Stars

Shooting Stars

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Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are shooting stars? I could really use a wish right now, a wish right now a wish right now. Im Rose, 14, and I really could use a wish right now. My world has crashed down around me, and now I'm stuck in the rubble.I hide behind a 'cool kid' mask. I wear tough clothes, and a tough attitude to match.Girly? Not close. Leather jackets, spikes and combat boots. Friends? I drift on my own current. But behind the smiles, the carefree act, the tough girl attitude I struggle. I'm bullied. I'm abused. My dad left when I was 3 and hasn't been heard from since. My mom drinks and struggles to support us. I do basically everything possible to harm myself. My best friend forever turned into a not-so-best-friend-forever. I'm alone with no one to turn to, stuck in the chaos of an insecure 14-year-old.Just a little girl waiting for her happily ever after. I could use a wish right now, but with all the city lights in sight I'm not seeing any shooting stars.
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I was hideous. Wait, let me correct that. I am hideous and will forever be. Even the beast from the Beauty and the Beast is more attractive. But looks were not the top of my priority list. I guess you can say finding eternal happiness is what I am striving for. Being the naive little girl I was back then, I believed that eternal happiness was the answer to any problem. Naturally, I wished upon every dandelion I blew on, hoping for that happiness I once knew when Father was still alive. But as time passed by, fate made it clear that my eternal happiness would never be granted. All hope seemed far, like the dandelion seeds drifting away in the wind once you blew on them. So, gradually I stopped wishing on every passing star. And finally stopped wishing upon dandelions. *WARNING: THIS IS MY FIRST WORK AND NEEDS MAJOR REVISIONS.*

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