𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝐸𝓁𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓃

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Song: What I was made for by Billie Eilish

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Florence Marie Parks

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Florence Marie Parks


Wednesday October 25, 2023


"Maybe sometimes people did not actually change. Maybe you just never knew who they really were." ~ Unknown

It truly is all an act... Well for the most part it is, but that's the real problem, is it not?

Maybe I simply pretend I don't know what goes on around me on a daily basis just so I could reveal your own cockiness, maybe I pretend to be ever so helpless just so I succeed at revealing your own selfishness, maybe I pretend to be annoying to reveal your patience, and perhaps i just pretend to be vulnerable to reveal your kindness, or maybe I don't.

Every action I take has a purpose, even if said purpose has no clear meaning, just as every action you take just divulges what or rather who you truly are.

I may be pretending, or not, but at least I don't pretend to be some freak genius or something, when you pretend to be smart when you are actually dumber than a damn doornail may just be the height of fucking stupidity but I do suppose that checks out, while in return sometimes the highest wisdom is to pretend to be stupid. Never let anyone know what you know and always be one step ahead.

I'm not stupid, far from it actually, I'm second in class when it comes to overall average test grades, top of class is unfortunately gifted to little miss perfect Alexandra Marino. 

When I say top of class and second of class, I'm not referring to a single lecture class like ELA or something, I'm referring to the graduation class so top of the entire graduating class of 2025 and probably on her way to be fucking valedictorian by now.

She's always been perfect. Too perfect.

The sort of perfect that seems fake. She's fake.

That much is obvious at least.

"Hey, Flo." Sally stated, her voice is almost monotone, if I didn't know any better I would think she didn't like me very much sometimes. It's not my fault her life is so fucked up, she doesn't need to take that shit out on me.

I can't really stand that whore either most days, she whines far too much for my liking, sometimes I honestly regret taking her from the Italian princess but it is what it is.

She just plays a small part in taking everything away from that slut, unfortunately I just have to suck it up until graduation and then I will hopefully never have to see that bitch again.

"Sally, Baby! How is your morning going so far?" I asked, instantly putting on a sweet and tender voice.

"Fine." She replies shortly, " I went shopping with Bridget and got some new much needed clothes since she was in town for a short period of time before she has to head back to Massachusetts, you remember Bridget right?"

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