angelgirl3218
Daddy's girl.
That she was. Sky blue eyes, with a name similar to that. Rosy red cheeks, just like they were painted on. Eyes carved out like they were meant to be. A personality just made it even more perfect.
But she didn't think that way. With an environment of indecent friends, busy mother, and a daddy dead, she couldn't think of anything possible.
At day she was the brightest flower blooming, but in the night, she would cower down and hide, not wanting people to know what she really was.
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He picked her up, very carefully, because she looked so fragile. Her bouncy, brown wavy hair, with the natural blonde streaks in them, and pink cheeks, with red tiny plump lips, made her look like an adorable, confident little girl.
"Now who's my girl?" He wondered aloud. The little girl giggled furiously.
"Right here!" she squealed in her melodious voice.
"Oh, so you are the girl?" he said, faking to sound disappointed.
"Yes, and you should be proud!" she said angrily, her nose scrunched up, eyebrows furrowed together, and poked her little finger lightly on his chest.
He grinned at his little daughter, only three years old and speaking GREAT words for a child. He was impressed and prideful.
"I am," he replied, taking her delicate hand in his large one, making her tiny hand vanish in his.
"Oh!" she said shocked, "Where did my hand go? I can still feel it... but where is it?" she said, panicking. He opened his hand, and she squealed in joy, he laughed.
He loved her, and wished that she would be in no harms way.
But there was another thing that bothered him too:
HIS P.O.V
I should have named her name 'Taken', so that if any boy were to come near her, she would say 'Hi! I'm Taken,'.
Well atleast her name right now is better but 'Taken' would have been a better choice. I chuckled as I saw she started panicking about her lovely, soft hand disappearing, but it was safe in mine.
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