❞We'll never die.❞
Indigo Rose grows up known by the world, and also brought to perfect expectations. Her parents wrote a series called 'Indigo Rose' and soon named their babygirl after it, and now, Indigo is expected to be perfect. But what happens...
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I'm back. And cancer free.
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Indigo Blanchard lived a wonderful life.
Wonderful in a way that she was living with her dad, and her uncles on the wonderful coast of Australia.
After the events of Indigo's parents going to jail, Indigo took it upon herself to delete social media, and go live without anyone berating her for a year.
She changed her appearance. She dyed her hair, changed her makeup routine, her style and became the girl sixteen year old Indigo could only dream she'd be. She became a dream.
Indigo Rose was now not ashamed of her name. She wore it as a badge. A badge of remembrance. She wore it to support the young teenagers who were brought up to such high standards for their parents. Teenager's who were forced to be perfect.
She was never called Indigo Rose now, she was only called Indigo. (Unless she was in trouble, of course.)
There were not two versions of Indigo Rose.
Indigo Rose was a series. A fake scenario. A fake, fiction book made by the villains in Indigo's story. It was never real, and would never be real. She was not that girl.
She was herself. She was the version of Indigo who enjoyed working at a local gift shop on the coast of Australia. She was the Version of Indigo who lived with her real family, and played family game night every sunday. She was the Version of Indigo who had homework.
She was the real life Indigo.
She was her version of Perfect.
This Indigo didn't wear formal outfits on a day-to-day basis. This Indigo had brown hair, not dyed blonde. This Indigo had a different set of guardians. This Indigo wasn't miserable, she was happy.
As any child wanted, she wanted to prove herself as capable of making her parents proud. She wanted to make herself seen, and known.
Safe to say that Ashton Irwin was proud of her, and he saw her.
She was successful in her own words. She was Thee Indigo Rose Blanchard.
But more importantly, this Indigo was HEALTHY.
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This is unfortunately the end of Airplanes. It has been a wonderful ride, and I really enjoyed letting my mind run with this story. I had a lot of fun writing.
i know this was sort of an abrupt ending and i'm sorry :((( I didn't really feel the flow of her anymore and i felt like this was right, i'm sorry.
Now that Airplanes has officially ended, I get to start new projects that you all will like !! (if you're a frequent reader of mine.)
If you're new to my stories, you can read my other ones!!! I am also releasing my first ever romance story later this month. (september 2022.) and it would mean a lot of you checked it out. <3
