Ever since I was a little girl I believed in everything I was told-quiet gullible really- I believed that I was Cinderella and that my 'prince charming' was going to save me whenever I was in trouble, he'll come riding in with his extravagant white horse and save me. I was the damsel in distress and he was my knight in shining armour. They made it seem as if life was great and so would growing up. But no one told me that I had to suffer through heartbreaks, I was going to be on constant diets to make myself look 'perfect', that the boy that I stare at from the back of the room would never notice me. Instead he'd date my worst enemy. I don't promise myself that I wouldn't fall in love, because that would be too cliché and I don't do cliché. But that was till I saw him again. The monster which caused me all this pain, the cold hearted jerk who was my first love and shattered my heart into pieces. This time I wasn't going to be falling in love and be hurting, this time he'll be suffering the consequences