She was one of the girls thay was comforting, caring, generous, blonde-haired, preppy-dressed, tan-skinned, rich girl who alway6s loved pink and never had a good life.
Because of preps i can't be around them because of preps i hate cheerleaders because of preps i grew up out-spoken and black-hearted and developed strong hate toward them.
As the girl cared for nothing but her clothes, and her life, i cared for nothing but my friends, family and their love.
If the sun came up, if one day never ended, she'd be without her best friends.
She could see everything about the man: the way he acted around people, his light blue eyes, his long brown hair, his kind deep voice and his very nice smile.
