Everyone in this world have their favorite games or sports. Like swimming, snake and ladders, chess, soccer, truth or dare, boxing, kick-boxing, badminton, cricket, kendo, horse-riding, treasure hunting, ice skating, skateboarding, tennis, basketball, gambling, betting, blah blah blah......(I'll cover other games and sports in 'blah blah blah'.)
Well I've got many but one's my favorite and let me tell you. I never play that game 'with' someone. I play that game on someone. That's right. I'm a prankster.
People around me tend to look out for my traps and charms. I've got many 'grounded' awards but no 'detention' awards And never had the intention to. They say I'm a mannerless, careless, rich, troublesome, ugly, brat. But who cares?!
Life is to enjoy to the fullest. But when you are playing the higher hand in the game, lookout for the advancer. For he can take away your joy.
And that's exactly what happened.
I'm Sophia Anderson. And this is my Prank/Harvard university / Practical -type life story.
Do you get excited when people honestly believe the story you are telling and expression on their face changes as per your story? Well, I feed off of people's reactions to my stories. I Call them stories but people around me think it as a Lie.
I am Angel but nothing about me is Angelic. I am a player and Liar..Ooops.. Storyteller from my college. I am a rich, beautiful, prankstar and popular girl in my college. Nothing is Impossible for me. I mean nothing which also includes winning Maxwell. A smart, beautiful, shy and good boy. My next target.
Excerpt:
"I thought you loved me. I believed you". Max said with a broken heart.
" No..I don't. That's the thing my dear. You believed. So now it's clear that I don't love you. We can say goodbye to each other." I smirked at him. Really... He believed I loved him. Looking at his heartbroken face I felt accomplished. I turned to the group of my friends and said" I won the bet..now you all have to do as I say." I said with triumph.
I heard something drop on the ground. I looked back at Max to see his reaction" His face fell ashen. A lone tear rolled down on his cheek. There was a pin drop silence.
Max stepped back and turned. He left silently. I kept on looking at him until he disappeared from my sight.
Two different personalities.
One is a compulsive liar and another one embodiment of Truth.
What happens when Lie becomes truth and Truth becomes lie.
Join me to the Journey of Angel and Maxwell's love story.
NOTE: Story cover photo copyright goes to real creator of the photo. Author has no claim over it.