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Notice me.

Notice me.

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Mon, May 18, 2015
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"Sommige vinden me perfect, sommige vinden me een arrogante zak. Ze kennen me niet, niet zoals dat ze denken." Haru is de "populaire' jongen van school, iedereen wilt opgemerkt worden door hem. iedereen denkt dat hij perfect is maar dat is die totaal niet. dit verhaal is een beetje dramatisch, romantisch , een beetje depressief en soms beetje grappig.Het ligt er ook aan hoe ik me voelde tijden het schrijven. Het is ook mn eerste verhaal dus calm de tatas.
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For the first ten years of my life I always imagined myself a princess. I always saw myself being an amazing, and beautiful person. Everyone saw me as a loving girl who just wanted happiness for everyone and only wanted to see people smile. Until the eleventh grade, when my crush Rayan Lopez called me ugly. I adored that boy with everything, since 7th grade, and that was the day.... I realized I wasn't a princess after all. It's amazing how quickly someone can defeat your dream with the utterance of one word. Whoever said words don't hurt, must have never experienced this. Twenty years later, I cringe whenever I hear it and am immediately brought back to that rainy afternoon when the love for myself diminished. That's why when I opened up my mail and found an invitation to my high school reunion... I nearly passed out.

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