Blue.☄

Blue.☄

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Salut moi c'est Alex je vais avoir 18 ans et c'est ma dernière année de lycée. Je suis une fille normale et au lycée je n'ai jamais trop été entouré, j'ai juste un meilleur ami, il est super, il s'appelle Dylan et il est gay. J'adore être avec lui, il est différent et c'est actuellement le seule garçon que j'apprécie. J'avais une meilleure amie mais elle est morte il y a 1 ans, un jour avant mon anniversaire, on avait pas vraiment de points communs... Elle aimait les garçons, la mode, la popularité et elle était populaire. Notre seule point commun était une couleur, le bleu et c'est étrange mais on s'adorait. Niveau familial j'ai une superbe famille avec deux merveilleux parents et un petit frère de 16 ans. Voilà je pense que vous savait l'essentiel, j'espère que vous aimerait mon histoire
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She was the type to stare herself in the mirror and see someone else stare back. Someone who was free and light, being able to spread her wings like an unbound angel. She was neither chained to Heaven nor Hell. Howbeit, no matter how far she reached into the mirror, she could never step through as her ball-and-chain presented itself in the form of a crown. She was a princess with two faces, desperately trying to have a sense of freedom outside of her royal obligations. She found it in the form of a weakness: a passion with another human being. Her love for him and ballet had kept her chin high; her crown not slipping from her pastel hair. So why, why did it suddenly become so hard when a gothic gymnastic back-flipped into her life? Why were her heartstrings being tugged on by someone of her same gender? Why was it suddenly so difficult, so strenuous to keep living in her pastel world when this mysterious girl brought such bright colours with her? TRIGGER WARNING: Mentions of sex, suicide and other mature themes will be contained within this book. Read at your own discretion.

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