The Painting

In My Dreams

 Hi, I'm very happy that you are reading my first book on Watt Pad. Ever since 2nd grade reading and writing were my favorite subject, and I was very good at it. I even had a 23 front and back page story on a book I titled Falling Stars.  Though my writing skills dulled when I got a phone. When my best friend was reading a book from this app she showed it to me and I got interested. I've been reading books on here and decided to write my own so read ahead.
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I was a normal 13 year old. With a given birth name of Rose Magdalene, but I go by as Maggie.

Liked to keep to myself, though I did have a close group of friends. My closest named Laura and a Painting.  Yes a Painting, we'll get back to that later.

Nothing really special about me.  My favorite color was royal blue. The color kind of reminded me about royalty, and well, the sky. What do you see in the sky?  Birds of course, flying as free as they wanted to without any limits and no body to drag them down.

I went to school, Wilmington Junior High.  I made some friends in that school though other people preferred to keep their distance, so I let them be.  But I knew that there was always a close group of friends that I could stick to in my time of need.

Like to began with Laura.  She was one of those girls who boys would do anything just to get her to look at them, though she acted nothing like that.  When we first met it was unbelievable.  Girls in every angle envied me for the dumbest reason, which was simply hanging out with Laura. She was perfect, like Barbie doll perfect that I would've hated her to it she wasn't he one to help me step out my comfort zone and become more open.

Then there's Samantha, but don't call her that in front of her, of course it's her real name but she's more of a Tomboy. So she would be preferred to be called Sam or Sammy. Her sense of style would most be like baggy  camouflage pants with a plain black or white T-shirt, nothing really good looking or trendy,but what most people don't mind anybody wearing. She was my longest lasting friendship.  Nothing ever came between us, we were best of friends. 

We met at Central Park when I was in 2nd grade and just moved here. I remember some boys coming towards me when I  was in the sand box.  They told me hey, though I was surprised that they talked to me.  I responded with a wave and went back to finish my sandcastle.  They must of thought that I was shooing them away so they stepped on my castle.  They were about 9, and I was 7 so there was nothing I could do about it.  They laughed and starting taunting me.
"Aww is she gonna cry."
"Crybaby, crybaby, sitting in mommy arms", they sang in the tune of the kissing song.  "C-r-y-b-a-."
"So you can spell?"
"Y-yeah what's it to you?" the one with a baseball hat stammered. 
"How about you spell get away from here."
I turned to see who the person was that had the guts to speak to them this way. I was expecting somebody who was related to them or at least older than them but what I saw was unbelievable
There stood little, Samantha with a purple lace dress covered in mud.
"Do we spell that with spaces or witho-," before he was slapped on the back of his head.
"No you idiot, she wants us to scram!"
"Or I'll scramble you!" she yelled.
As I watched them run, one of them fell, eating a hand full of sand. I noticed that he was the only one not wearing a hat and that he didn't step in my castle, neither did he say anything, through out the scene.  As he got up our eyes locked, in a way that was hypnotizing.
"I said move it, butt brain!"

When he left she looked down at me. Her face sad with pity. I looked down at my fallen sandcastle. She say down next to me getting her purple dress even more messy.
"Don't worry they won't ever touch you again."
From that day forward we would never leave each other side mainly because I was the only person who wasn't scared of her and she was was like a bodyguard, one that I could talk to and play with.  But there was something really weird about the boy.

Though she wasn't the only friend that I had she was the closest to me and her parents knew mines.  I also had a crush and as much as Laura tried to make me talk to him it was useless there was absolutely no way that was happening.

His name was Liam Hemsworth, the 3rd cutest boy in school but the 1st cutest in my fantasy. I never really got to talk to him due to all of the girls that chase him around like he was Shawn Mendes.  You may be wondering why I didn't at least try to talk to him. Probably because u don't know me.

I was hardly noticed by the other girls and I doubt that Liam would even notice me if I had a sigh holding my name, yelled my name in his ear with a  microphone, then twerked on him like Miley Cyrus.  Probably because of my low self esteem, and dull clothes.  With my bland dark brown hair and brown eyes.  Nothing anybody would want to take a second look at.

My parents weren't really that rich, which explained my sense of style, but we still lived comfortably.  I had big dreams like becoming popular.  Or getting a scholarship into an Ivey League college.  Maybe even meeting that special someone who turned out to be Mr. America, getting married in Atlanta, with mermaids and having one million and one kids.  But of course I'm my dreams. 

In my dreams, where the problem started.  In my dreams, the one nobody wanted to explain to me.  In my dreams, yeah right,  more like a nightmare. 
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Hope that you enjoyed my first chapter and the next chapter will be here by the 29th of July promise. Please vote and comment, don't forget to introduce some of your Watt Pad friends to my first chapter. Thanks Y'all.