not very good at writing, but i love it anyways

He told her she was pretty, and that the addiction to her smile drove him crazy. Thinking about him set butterfly's fluttering making her stomach weak. Life was unbelievable. He picked the one girl that didn't know who she was, and who was lost in the twisted fate that faced her everyday. He said he likes different, and she knew for a fact she was far from ordinary. She wasn't unique either, once again lost in her own thoughts and his. Friday night was coming and the butterfly's kept on fluttering and spreading their wings as wide and big as possible. Messages were being delivered from the rushing flow of her friends that were sweet and scandalous. Tricks were being played and honest thoughts were being dealt. Once again, Friday night was going to be the night when all her fears would fade. She didn't know what she was doing, her tongue was spitting out words that haven't even crossed her delicate mind yet. She felt like she was on the rollarcoaster of her life, and the second where she could of jumped off board was the one that had already escaped. Paranoia took over her deprived heart, her world turned black and white, her watery eyes turned iron steel, every single bone that would lay beneath her supple skin doctored into regretful ashes. Her faith had finally turned into denial. She woke up the next morning with blistering eyes, they were struggling to open, but the endurance came through and finally she could lay her blue eyes on the bright green patches that came off of the spring grass, including the royal sky that had set the trapped butterfly's free. Finally they flew away and left no apologies.