Are We For Each Other?

Are We For Each Other?

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Hi! I'm Violette Beverly, I'm 17 yrs. old and I study at birchwood high I'm a transferee there and been forced to study there since we moved. I'm a smart, pretty and popular kind of girl I practically hate boys. Especially the ones that bully other girls. I'm Troy Silvester I study at birchwood high. I have a group known as the Bad Boys we're a group of 7 and I'm there leader. A lot of girls fall head over heels for me which doesn't surprise me, I'm used to it. I mean who wouldn't fall for me, I'm handsome cute and perfect.
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I don't get why kids believe in fairytales. Like why would Cinderella's shoes fell when it perfectly fits her in the first place? How dumb is Snow White to eat an apple from a creepy old lady in the woods? Why do most of them have to wear fancy gowns? And why do these fairytales fool kids into believing that "to live happily ever after" is real? It turns out I was a fool too. My fairytale is not about wearing gowns, nor being a princess, nor having an evil stepmother and ugly sisters. But it's all about fantasizing what things could be with someone I liked too much. I don't care if we are not living in a castle nor flying in a carpet like Jasmine and Aladdin, I just want a simple coffee date with red roses and a simple "good morning" notification the moment I wake up. How fool is it to realize that I am twice dumber than those kids who believe in magic? How fool am I to fantasize "happy ever after" when he didn't even know me in the first place? How fool am I to dream about what could've been when THERE WAS NEVER US?

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