Picking Up The Pieces
Intro:
~If
she melted, you'd see blonde
hair-dye, some bleach for
highlights, and a pair of tight,
ripped up Hollister jeans. A white,
low cut Abercrombie V-neck shirt, a
tank that gets pulled down every so
often, and under all of that, white
Victoria's Secret bombshell
bra. With two cup sizes of help,
she's barely at a C, but
whatever. All of it together in a
puddle of white --well not so much
white because she's never seen
a tanning salon she didn't
like-- but a tan-peachy colored
puddle. You'd see the blue
tinted contacts floating, liquid
foundation, powder foundation,
cover up, more foundation, and the
rest of the make up she piled on
this morning. You'd see a brand
new texting phone, kinda beat up
from her dropping it so much,
loaded with pictures of herself,
and it'd be safe to bet your
butt that before she melted, she
was begging her mom to get her
tickets to go see a band she's
never even heard of, but her
friends have, so she's going.
Her mom's BMW car keys
jinggling in her hand, probably on
her way to get me. If you met her,
you'd fall for that fake
personality she's been working
so hard on perfecting, in fact,
she's such a good actress, you
wouldn't even know that
it's fake. Such a good actress,
you'd think she wasn't a
straight up.... you know. You'd
only know if you knew her. I know
her....well I knew her. She looks
in the mirror and loves what she
sees; I look at her and don't
recognize what I see. I see cold,
hard, cheap, plastic. Oh but
that's just my opinion, she
certianly has her fans. She has a
boyfriend sometimes, but he
doesn't know that. She's
constantly on the look out for cute
guys to flirt with. She's been
changing so much, she doesn't
even realize she's leaving me
behind. Even after all the plans we
made; we were ready; to graduate,
go to collage, and be on our own.
To smoke, drink, and party; to get
a job, get a house, and just live.
We already had everything all
figured out, and I mean come on;
what was gonna stop us? We were
f**king idiots. We had potential,
all of us; so much damn potential,
but we threw it all away when the
murder happened. It was like a
dream, like it didn't even
happen. Reality hit us too hard, we
weren't invincable anymore. You
know that saying, "There's
three sides to every story?"
Well there is. This side, that
side, and the truth, and this, is
my
side.~
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Bee
1 decade ago
You have to write more! It sounds really good :)
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x0x_jay_x0x
1 decade ago
Thanks :) I just wish more people would think so too :)
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Bee
1 decade ago
Even if you don't get many readers, keep doing it :)
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x0x_jay_x0x
1 decade ago
okay :(
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Bee
1 decade ago
Atleast some will be reading it?
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