Happily Ever After?

Once upon a time there was a teenager named Laura Georgeanne. She went to a private high school that bored her everyday. Even when she was with her friends, sometimes she found herself staring off in space---bored. Sometimes she felt like she didn't have any friends and that everyone hated her. She believed it so much, she suddenly didn't know if it was true or not, so she just kept on believing it was true. She was optimistic towards others and pessimistic towards herself and her mother. She loved boys with dark hair and eyes, but once in a while she fell for some blonde, light-eyed British guy. She wanted more than anything to ride in a limo or go to somewhere exciting where an adventure took place everyday. She loved makeup and glow sticks and Nutella and penguins and Orlando Bloom. She hated Geography homework, especially map work because it reminded her how dull her life was and how many places she had not been to. Her favorite type of flowers was baby's breath and her favorite thing to do on a Sunday afternoon after church was lie in bed with her arms stretched out behind her head pretending she was sleeping like a princess. When she was little, she used to tie a cape around her shoulders and pretend she was a runaway princess and she wore headbands referring to them as crowns. Her favorite color was orange. She found this funny because it used to be her least favorite color. She wished she had orange shoes.
She wished and wished and wished for many different things.
And then she realized, she was her without the things she wished for. She would still be without them.
But with some of them, she knew she'd be happier. Those wishes were not for material things. But she was a very materialistic girl. Once though, a few years ago, she hadn't been.

And so she continued to be with her red hair and large legs. And she smiled.

And in typing this, she wasn't sure it made since, but she didn't care. It made since to her the second she wrote it.

And she said, "I love you."