Dedicated to everyone who asked me for a sequel to Dan's essay.
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Natalie was sitting at her mahogany desk starring at an original Vincent Van Gong paint. It depicted a vase of yellow flowers. It was thought to be lost but it was stolen by her parents.
That stupid peasant also known as her teacher had asked her to write an essay about love. Love... Although she was generally talented in writing, this time her mind was stuck. And she hated that!
Also, she didn't actually loved anyone...Not even liked...
Her parents were just giving her a social status and ... credit cards.
Her friends? They just wanted to take advantage her status...
The only person she loved was her brother, as annoying he could be.
Well maybe not the only one, a voice inside her whispered.
This voice is so freaking right... Natalie had to admit.
She loved someone. Someone with dirty blond hair, jade eyes and nasty behavior.
He had everything she hadn't, everything she could never have.
He was happy, even if he had no money and no family.
He lived life to the full, not caring about the punishment.
He was a rebel, because he wanted so.
He never accepted rules, even if they were reasonable.
He laughed all the time, when she was not allowed to.
Because he was FREE, not trapped in a gold cage.
And he was the only one who would let her fly.
Small one, sorry... R&R your opinion please.