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Dream of Me (Part One)


             Finally. The day where I can breathe after such a long week... Just walking down hallways skipping doors to doors, passing people with bags big as ten bricks stacked up, and those who had higher authority. A full week of tests, quizzes, and projects could even make a person feel dead.
Who am I? Well, I am Violet. Just a basic seventeen year old girl going through high school life with black hair, blue eyes, and supposedly an "emo" style. Like, come on. Who cares if you are having a style of some sort. I am just a person in a full world of judgements by people I don't know and trying to survive life.
         "Great, thank gosh I do not have to go to school anymore," I sighed with my bags being put down after the tiring heat beating me to dust.
          "Violet, what is wrong?" Mother asked me with a concerned look as she was cleaning the tables.
          "Nothing is wrong for damn sake," I lied running upstairs to my room.
           My mother sighs feeling a bit angered, but she knew what I was going through. You see, bullying in high school for a girl like me was common.
           There was all kinds that was basically going on recently. As an example, I was recently pushed down the stairs by group of girly girls. The feeling felt outrageous where I felt like I was almost dead on the floor as people watched and laugh, but except one. This guy.... his name was Devin. He's the most popular edgy rebel (okay, he wasn't really a rebel) and he was like the angel in the dark watching over you. He took my breath away as he tried to help me. The crowd couldn't believe it and neither have I that a popular guy helps the most dorkiest girl. Like, was that a new thing for me? Not even so certain...
          As I went to my room, I closed the door and quickly put pjs on. They were black bottoms with a silk texture, the top with purple silk texture, and they cut shorter than my wrists or ankles. Out of a random moment, I see a rose with a card. It said, "From your admirer". Just when things got odd for me... I never knew anyone would ever like me.

(End of Part One. Keep a heads up on other parts to the story.)


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