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One Of The Boys **DISCONTINUED [Before You Exit Fanfiction]

One Of The Boys **DISCONTINUED [Before You Exit Fanfiction]

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Zavannah Paltrow. I'm one of the boys. One of the guys. One of the dudes. One of the, well, you know. What else you ask? Being the only girl is quite hard, but it also has perks too you know. And you could say that we're a broken family, but I am happy and proud of what's left of it. As my good friend says, 'make the best out of the worst'. This line of his always makes me smile and inspired to continue my life even if it is filled with hardships (which is not xD). People describe me as baggy shirt, skinny jeans, Vans, caps, snapbacks, and backpacks. Which is boyish. But I love it. So, if you think my attitude's isn't compatible with me, then go away. This is me, don't ever ever judge me. Who I am is who I am. So, that's me! :)
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THIS IS A VERY OLD STORY THAT MY 14Y/O SELF WROTE AND IT'S BASICALLY ANGST AND CLICHÉ AND I HATE ZAYN AND 1D PLEASE DON'T READ THIS. Dear life, No matter how, or from where I start telling my story, it would still sound cliché. After all, it's depressingly common. But I believe that everybody has a choice in how to tell their story, and the way of telling it is what matters. I won't sugar-coat it. I won't say that my journey with you was all sunshine, and no rain; where anything could be solved by a song, because that's not the truth. The truth is as simple as: I hated you. Every time you knocked me down, somehow, I managed to stand up again, but living you was like walking a fine line: I had no idea when I would fall and break my neck. I didn't choose you; I was forced to live you. But you're like swimming in the deep end of the ocean; at any second, a wave would crash over me and I would drown and float away. You have succeeded to swallow me under and pull me apart many times, and I give you credit for that. I wasn't a very tough kid back then, though, because I had nothing to hold on to. My mother gave up on my father and me, and after a while, I gave up on you. But God wanted a different ending to my story, so he threw 'him' into the chaos I call my life. He smiled, and saved me. I found solid ground. And just like that, everything started to make sense again. "I'm Zayn," he said, but to me, it sounded more like, "I'm your saving grace," then, I was catching feelings. I saw the good in you, and he showed me the good in me. That was all it took to save me: a smile. Now, every word, every touch, every kiss gives me one more reason to hold on to you, so I guess I'll be here for a while. And until I'm gone, all I want is to make him happy. I'm living for him, and it's the best way to live. Life, please, make him happy. Let him know that I like my choices, and I hope he likes his. With love, Lexie Grey.

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