Artificially Blonde
Story of my life...Please comment...
Amelia Threshnuff.
I'm just your average teenage girl, blessed with a million problems, a billion heartaches and the stupidest name in the universe. As you may have guessed already, I'm blonde, but only because I choose to be and because it's a good excuse to cover up my stupid mistakes that I'm constantly making.
Picture this; an excessively thin, pale, 5 ft 6 in girl with bleach blonde hair, only diminished by the dominant black roots, struggling to return to their original chocolate color and suddenly disappearing into the jagged layers, that reach halfway down her back. A girl with wide, deep brown eyes, bow-shaped lips and a nose that spreads across her face as she smiles, uncovering a mouth full of metal and releasing one of many high-pitched laughs that her vocal folds force her to create. If that hasn't put you off then I don't know what will...
I say I'm average, but I don't believe that for a second. Flirtaholic, heartbreaking, two-faced, hyper, annoying fifteen year old that acts as if she's three, that's me. Or that's who I used to be, but I changed for a guy, something I shouldn't have done but everything worked out in the end. I would have changed for any of the thirteen guys I've been with but this guy was special...
I think I should start from the beginning, with GUY ONE.
I'm just your average teenage girl, blessed with a million problems, a billion heartaches and the stupidest name in the universe. As you may have guessed already, I'm blonde, but only because I choose to be and because it's a good excuse to cover up my stupid mistakes that I'm constantly making.
Picture this; an excessively thin, pale, 5 ft 6 in girl with bleach blonde hair, only diminished by the dominant black roots, struggling to return to their original chocolate color and suddenly disappearing into the jagged layers, that reach halfway down her back. A girl with wide, deep brown eyes, bow-shaped lips and a nose that spreads across her face as she smiles, uncovering a mouth full of metal and releasing one of many high-pitched laughs that her vocal folds force her to create. If that hasn't put you off then I don't know what will...
I say I'm average, but I don't believe that for a second. Flirtaholic, heartbreaking, two-faced, hyper, annoying fifteen year old that acts as if she's three, that's me. Or that's who I used to be, but I changed for a guy, something I shouldn't have done but everything worked out in the end. I would have changed for any of the thirteen guys I've been with but this guy was special...
I think I should start from the beginning, with GUY ONE.
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