Leather and Smoke

Leather and Smoke

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Well who could have guessed that I would be pretty and popular one day? When I was little I had ugly black braces and acne all over my face and I had no friends. After I came into high school I changed, I had a huge makeover, made a lot of friends and became popular. I thought It would last forever but I should have know that everything ends at some point. After that fateful night I was lost. I was a loner, I retreated into myself and then the bullying started. My "friends" didn't stick by me, people gave me disgusted glances, basically I was trash. Then he came into my life. Sean Calder. He was an outcast. A druggie. A smoker. A bad boy. And a human with a heart. That's where my story began and for the end you'll just have to read and find out...
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Sometimes I feel as if I should receive an award for staying strong for so long. When it becomes almost habit to fake a smile everyday and to hardly ever cry no matter how awful I feel is tough. I make it through though. It's life. I feel like crying is a sign of weakness. I guess that's why I hardly ever cry in front of people or even alone for that matter. Only a few people can see the sorrow deep in my eyes. I hide it with laughter and a smile everyday. I'm good at hiding my true feelings and that's not always a good thing. I tend to bottle up my feelings until I burst. I either yell, scream, and fight or I just sit alone and cry for hours. I've only cracked to one person and she is my best friend. She's always been there for me and is like the little sister I never had, but always wanted. No one else has gotten through me yet. I don't know if anyone ever will either. Maybe someday ill find someone that can make my sorrow and pain go away. Maybe someday ill find someone who loves me for me. Maybe someday is sooner than I expect. Maybe it's right around the corner. Can she find love? Will that love be what she expects? Find out in The Bad Boy by bellebug23. Don't steal my story! This is 100% mine. If you find someone that stole it please report them to me after ranting them out and also reporting them! Thank you and enjoy:)*COMPLETED* ALL RIGHTS RESERVED @bellebug23©

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