Look at me now, standing tall. I'm stronger now. I believe now. This is where I'll stay, just look at me now.
Oliver Oken. LillyTruscott. High School Lovers. Couple of the year. But it was time to move on.
I gotta do the best I can, I'll just have to leave.
When you're seventeen, you believe the world is full of magic. If anything upsetting at all happened, you'd look into your boyfriends eyes, and know it'd be ok. Your boyfriend's dark, magical eyes. Your lips would touch and he'd whisper in your ear 'Everything will be ok.' At the age of twenty-five, things change a little. The best sight you can see are the outfits in shop windows, the ones you can't afford. The ones you work day in day out for, but your change just doesn't add up. Living in a small flat on your own isn't too great either. Getting up each morning to make your own breakfast, to lock the door after you, and then clean up your own mess later.
At seventeen, you take for granted all that is happening around you. You set your mind on the prize, but never think about the concequenes. I wanted to be a script writer for TV drama. I knew it. I had so many ideas in my head, so many plans, that I forgot the people around me. I took too big a leap, and by that time it was too late to step back.
"Ms Truscott, I'm afraid I can no longer stand your unpunctuality any longer."
For seven years I tried my best to get my dream, but it just didn't work. I didn't have enough energy inside of me. I ended up working for an assistant of the assistant to a big time movie producer. I earned little money, I mean how much assistance does and assistant need?! Maybe it was time to leave.
I walked along the sea shore, bare footed. I let my blond hair dangle, swaying slightly by the wind. How did things get this far? I watched as the blue sea sparkled, while shining reflections of the sun, which was slowly disappearing leaving an orange-y glow. It was a beautiful sight, one to be shared with other. I closed my eyes and stood still. Why was I here alone? When did everything change? I took a step back, sat down then lay on my back, still closing my eyes.
Was it when I made this 'dream' every changed? But everyone make dreams. Miley had a dream, and made it big. Why didn't it work for me? So when did everything change?!
Within a few minutes, the sun had completely disappeared, and silver stars shone above me.
"Stars, oh stars, take me back. Let me fix it all, please?"
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leanne x