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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