elaine

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elaine cadson 

once upon a time,
a tale where the girl begins to love the boy.
this girl is a shy girl. a girl full of dreams but end as false hopes.
and this girl walked going to her school, again she wore her uniform
messily unlike other girls who wore heels instead of leather shoes.

her straight hair which she loved turned to medusa's hair,
full with tangles just like her life. with those warm blue eyes,
now it turned to an icy cold ones which will freeze to death.
"i am beautiful." she said, full of her words but she does not know 

how to put those words into a body language of poise. her school
uniform twice bigger than her size made her seem like a fat girl.
how can a girl buy something with those sizes. her freckles more than what
others wanted is now loathed.

tick tock, tick tock. in every fairy tale there will always be a witch who will
hurt the little princess. and that girl? it was not only one but lots and lots of them.
she was dragged. "loser, i don't know why you're here but you deserve to go to where
you belong and it's the trash can." her tangled hair was pulled and her head collided
with the top of the trash can.

laughing, laughing, laughing and laughing.
she thought laughs were joyful and nice, but she loathes  
the sound of laughs and teasing.

suddenly a man with blond features made her stand up,
yet disgust filled his eyes. his voice it soothed hers but it was
harsh. it was as if she was dirty and cold water helped her clean
but not healed her mental wounds. "get out of here before a tramp
like you gets trashed again."

she wanted to thank him, or to hug him or to cry a sorrowful thank 

you but her feet was stuck but her arms were free to moved. he
shoved her and she ran as fast as she can to the nurse's clinic to
change clothes but even as if she was running she wanted to go
back.

i'm a broken cinderella, she says. she didn't even know that
boy's name. her name was elaine and she wanted to have him
call her 'my elaine' or 'ella'. such a shame it struck the twelve
o' clock bell of which her sad fairy tale ends.

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