Facade

"Her flawless public facade masked private despair"

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The facade came crumbling down as soon as I heard that laugh.
"C'mon, Kyla. We all know what you really are," he said, dragging a long puff from his cigarette.
"Good boys don't smoke," I state, ignoring his statement.
He laughed yet again, stomping his cig out.
"I'm not good," he barked. "You are."

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What if the bad girl wasn't so bad? And the good boy wasn't so good...

What if the good boy turned out to be the bad boy, and the bad girl into a good girl?

What if?

Let's see what happens when these two finally meet...