I am really hoping you all like my fict.!!! Its my first one. My story is
supposed to be funny, but it does get a little emotional, but I want to try
to keep it s realistic as possible. Oh, and theirs a lot of hidden
symbolism in this so bw prepared. N/E ways, here we go!! Yayyyyy.
Disclaimer: I don't own jack shit.
THE BRIDGE
I wont tell you my real name. It's apart of a life that's dead to me now. A life I once had, but now no longer exists. Looking back, I had a pretty decent life. Kinda dull, but I had a loving family, a very best friend, and a hamster. But they no longer exist where I am now.
The day it started the rest of my life started like another. I was inspecting my face in front of my mirror, taking note of every aspect. My straight blonde hair fell in front of my pale face. I use to have very light hair, almost platinum, but I had been stupid and gotten darker blonde shaded streaks woven in. Everyone tells me its gorgeous and I beautiful, but I never did believe them.
Maybe I m being to hard on my self, I thought as I tilled my head to try and see which was my best angle. I'll focus on my positive appearances. My eyes. Yeah that's a good start. I have very blue eyes, not light blues, but more of a pure, clean blue with silver flecks that flashed when they caught the light. Good, now my lips. I have very full lips. I'm proud of them, they're my best fetcher, but sometime, I feel that they must be abnormally big and make my head look small. Or I'm just being dramatic, who knows? Now for my nose, Oh god, don't even go there!!! I hate my nose, its to big. My friends say I'm crazy, but I know it's too big. I stood back from the mirror and examine my face as a whole. I guess you could say I was pretty.
That's what the boys a my high school told me, I though absent mindedly putting on my ducky socks, but then wh y don't I have a boyfriend?
Oh wait. I remember now. I scare all boys away at school because my group of friends and I act like complete and total dorks. But hey, we have a lot of fun!
Flash back- "Honestly Mr. Glutton, I didn't know Davis wouldn't want the nail polish on his backpack." "Were not allowed in the teachers lounge? Since when?" "What are we doing in the hall during class? Taking a break from our education." -End flashback.
All honest misunderstandings in my opinion. See if I keep up this innocent attitude and work up a few tears, I can get away with anything. I laughed, thinking of all the trouble I have gotten into as I grab my backpack. And take one last look in the mirror as I head out the door. Time to face the world.
StArRy
Please R/R!!!! And please be nice!!
Disclaimer: I don't own jack shit.
THE BRIDGE
I wont tell you my real name. It's apart of a life that's dead to me now. A life I once had, but now no longer exists. Looking back, I had a pretty decent life. Kinda dull, but I had a loving family, a very best friend, and a hamster. But they no longer exist where I am now.
The day it started the rest of my life started like another. I was inspecting my face in front of my mirror, taking note of every aspect. My straight blonde hair fell in front of my pale face. I use to have very light hair, almost platinum, but I had been stupid and gotten darker blonde shaded streaks woven in. Everyone tells me its gorgeous and I beautiful, but I never did believe them.
Maybe I m being to hard on my self, I thought as I tilled my head to try and see which was my best angle. I'll focus on my positive appearances. My eyes. Yeah that's a good start. I have very blue eyes, not light blues, but more of a pure, clean blue with silver flecks that flashed when they caught the light. Good, now my lips. I have very full lips. I'm proud of them, they're my best fetcher, but sometime, I feel that they must be abnormally big and make my head look small. Or I'm just being dramatic, who knows? Now for my nose, Oh god, don't even go there!!! I hate my nose, its to big. My friends say I'm crazy, but I know it's too big. I stood back from the mirror and examine my face as a whole. I guess you could say I was pretty.
That's what the boys a my high school told me, I though absent mindedly putting on my ducky socks, but then wh y don't I have a boyfriend?
Oh wait. I remember now. I scare all boys away at school because my group of friends and I act like complete and total dorks. But hey, we have a lot of fun!
Flash back- "Honestly Mr. Glutton, I didn't know Davis wouldn't want the nail polish on his backpack." "Were not allowed in the teachers lounge? Since when?" "What are we doing in the hall during class? Taking a break from our education." -End flashback.
All honest misunderstandings in my opinion. See if I keep up this innocent attitude and work up a few tears, I can get away with anything. I laughed, thinking of all the trouble I have gotten into as I grab my backpack. And take one last look in the mirror as I head out the door. Time to face the world.
StArRy
Please R/R!!!! And please be nice!!