Extraordinary

Extraordinary

Thomas Summer Academy. It sounds ordinary, right? Like nothing extraordinary ever happened there? If that's what you think, then you're horribly wrong.

Poppy Herron||18||FC: Alexandra Breckenridge||Open Taken

Numb. That’s how someone actually in her life would describe her. Anyone else? Poppy Herron. Wasn’t that Craig Bigwell’s girlfriend—well, ex-girlfriend now? Wait, no, isn’t that the slut who spends a different night blowing two guys from each club in the school? Didn’t she get shipped from the country because she tried to go down on the officer that pulled her over for speeding? Didn’t she cheat and break Craig’s heart? Oh wait, no. It was reversed. Who’d recognize her anyways with her head tucked between someone new’s legs every night? Maybe she had left because she’d run out of customers? Whatever, still a whore. That was Poppy Herron in the eye of the public and she resented that. That wasn’t who she was. Then again, she didn’t even know who she was. She knew what she used to be. She used to be a tiny girl with bright eyes and an even brighter view on the world. She had her devious moments and would weasel herself out of blame for as she grinned sweetly at her parents and batted her long lashes. She was so care-free and excited for nothing ane everything. She played with dolls and rode her scooter to the park to play on weekends. She helped her mother garden and sang along to the Disney princess movies. Where was that girl? Oh yeah, hidden behind that dark cloud of heartbreak, depression, and that empty void she had digging at her heart. She figured she lost that when she moved. She lost that after her world shattered. Who even ends up with the guy you met and started “dating” in seventh grade? Why did she think she ever could? Oh right, that tiny glimpse of the girl she used to know stopping by. That child that completely left after being cheated and played. She was depressed and searched for only a physical type of companionship to fill her empty soul. What a cliche she was, what a pathetic excuse she proceeded to live aa. That’s why she came to Paris, to help herself. She is escaping the burden of the dimmed sun and bitter world she used to witness and finding a new hope for life.
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