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Choosing A SuitorThere were once two lovely princesses. They were kind and gentle, if a bit socially awkward.Choosing A Suitor by OneClassyLady
One had curly, fiery red hair and aqua eyes, and was known as Melissa, but insisted on being called Missy. The other, Princess Emily, possessed silky, chocolate-colored hair and hazel eyes. Princess Missy was optimistic and bubbly. Princess Emily, on the other hand, was far more quiet and reserved, but no less kind.
Both, however, were absolute hopeless romantics.
They had both finally come of age, and it was time for them to choose a husband. In order to find the two lucky men who would reign beside them, a ball was to be held, and the finest princes and knights in the land were invited.
It was the morning of the ball and the two were getting ready.
“Emily!” Missy shouted banging on her door, “Are you up yet!!!”
A groan was the only response.
“Come on! Don’t you know what day it is!?”
“It’s my day to sleep in. Go ‘way,” Princess
She's Leaving Home and Nowhere Girl She's Leaving HomeShe's Leaving Home and Nowhere Girl by vampire8462
I wake up early Wednesday morning and try to quietly sneak out of my bedroom. Suitcase with all of my belongings in my hand with the lightest-sounding shoes I have on my feet. I walk downstairs and pick up a pencil and a piece of paper, writing down my farewell.
I can't stand living here anymore. I want to be free. No rules. No one holding me back.
My father and my mother treat me like I'm some kind of puppet or a porcelain doll. I'm 'daddy's little girl'. He wants me to be perfect. But I don't want to be perfect. I want to be who I want to be.
My mother used to put me in pageants. But I hate all that stuff. I don't want to be a porcelain doll. I want to be me.
I finish my note and put down the pen.
I see the door and know I'm so close to freedom. I turn the backdoor key and walk out, almost singing in happiness. Shutting the door quietly behind me, I
The Untold Story of John Lennon: Chapter OneMy eyes stung as my mascara dripped into my eyes. It was 90 degrees outside; too hot to have a graduation ceremony. For all the freshmen, sophomores, and juniors, summer had begun. I watched them run out of their classrooms, smiling wildly, and planning their three month break with all their friends. For me, I partially dreaded and eagerly awaited the end of high school. Graduating was great because I was finally done with the teenage angst and stupid people voicing out their opinions (“marijuana is bad for you, like alcohol!”), but then I also had great anxiety of what would become of me when I didn’t know who I was.The Untold Story of John Lennon: Chapter One by LennonStory
My parents were very practical people. I came from a practical family who were either pharmacists, salesmen, or nurses which that was all fine and dandy, but somehow I got caught in being the artist. From a young age, I had goals of becoming a musician/singer, a traveling artist, a film director/scriptwriter, something where I could put my heart into it
Short, sweet, and cute George Fan Fic Bethany was quite a popular girl. I mean, she's got the looks, the style, the grades, and worst of all for me, the boys. So I didn't stand a chance. George was so handsome, and funny and charming and sweet. So George asked out Bethany, and she said yes. I was devastated.Short, sweet, and cute George Fan Fic by vampire8462
I'd been George's friend for a while, but we hadn't dated. I had a huge crush on him, though of course, he didn't need to know that. I wished he hadn't asked out Bethany, though I can't control him. Anyway, through it all, we stayed real good friends.
George's locker was next to mine. That's how we often talked. This day though, George came up to his locker with an extremely sad and angry expression. I got my books out my locker and shut it quietly, turning my full attention to George.
"George? What's wrong?" I asked as he opened his locker, put all of his things in it, and slammed it.
"Bethany. She just bloody broke up with me!" He said. My heart when out to him, but a little voice i