She was the idol, the it girl, the godess. She set the trends and she hand picked her friends. She was the queen of the clique, thefanfare of fashion. She made all the guys drool then laughed them away. She was sought after by all. She comanded the day. She walked home from schoolwith suchauthority.The idol, the it girl, the godess.She non-chalantly puts her key in her front door. Steps into her forever empty house, the one that every dreams of entering. The idol, the it girl, the godess.Shedrops her books on her bedroom floor, sits on her bed and cries.She cries and she cries, for hours and hours. Cries all her fears away. Cries because its to hard to live. She cies because shes hurt and abused. She cries because she hates everday pretending. The idol, the it girl, the godess.
It girl
Its a very sad story, it just came to me. I think alot of people my age can relate to it.Did you like this story? Make one of your own!
