╔═══════════════╗ YOU° - b. hargrove ╚═══════════════╝
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She didn't just walk on the wild side, she lived there, dancing in the streets and settingfire to its sky.
- j. Iron Ward
"I don't believe in magic." The young boy said.
The old man smiled, "You will when you see her."
- A t t i c u s
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DO NOT lose hope, please believe that there are A THOUSAND beautiful things waiting for you. sunshine COMES TO ALL who feel rain.
- r. m. drake
SHE NEVER WANTED to become attached. For Birdie Mitchell, a relationship was off the cards - it was prohibited, especially if it was with the likes of Billy Hargrove. She didn't want it. But she craved it.
HE WAS NEVER the type to become attached, but something about her kept a hold on him. Billy Hargrove, the school's top dog; the king, never expected himself to find asylum in the likes of Bernadette Mitchell.
HE HAD THE kind of face that stopped you in your tracks, the kind that dropped girls to their knees. The way he bounded down the hallway with such effortless confidence, a trademark smirk upon his lips. It drove her up the wall; she was just like everyone else, and she didn't want to be.
