Social... Outcast. The words echoed in my head. Who was I to think he would like me? Never mind. All I could think of was the bit of toothpaste in between my teeth. Oh my goodness... I'm gross. That's why he wouldn't like a girl like me. I pushed up my glasses. Nerdy. Hey, they were falling off. I felt a shortage of breath. Breathe, Royal. As if it couldn't get any worse, my mom named me Royal. Way to make a statement, Mom. I took a breath. Nothing is wrong. I am fine. My life... I don't know where to start. Fourteen , shortest person in the entire world, blonde (YA think!?) , depressed, diabetic, unattractive... And my mom thinks I'm beautiful.
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Lost in Sound
FantasyI recommend you don't read this. I wrote this two years ago, but I'm keeping it on here to prove I'm getting better at this writing thing. -Lafayette
