Good afternoon, sexual. My name is mrs. malik.... hahaha I wish. My name is really Samantha :3 Not taken bacon as one might say. I love to dance, sing, and play sports. I love One Direction (as you can see) :B
Info Time:
Hair: Blonde
Eyes: Blue
More info: I have a problem where I'm always cold, i have thin skin which means you can see a lot of my vains, yup, im very messed up :/
+) Music, blank paper, bobby pins, foggy days, warm apple cider, new rolls of tape, bows, diy projects, hearts, my fave headphones, happiness, potato pancakes, my boyfriend -Zayn Malik-, rulers, fall, my bffs (littlered1 & yellowducks247), the colors like brown and light yellow together, the word jiggle puff, laughing, embarrassing my self, shopping, birthdays, glitter, Taylor Swift, my lucky number 3, the scent warm vanilla sugar from bath and body works, the crunching noise leaves make in the fall, gift cards, ballpoint pens, Chicago white sox, fontspace.com, PINK, anything mini, ribbons, Hollister, humor, and last but not least..... inside jokes
-) Anger, homework (lol duh), rude people, anyone better than me (haha I'm kidding), movies that don't make sense, when people don't close my door after coming in, 2004 fashion, clocks that don't work, when stuff is in a different language, fat dictionaries, when people say Lewis instead of Louis, people who pick on my height, when i loose a bobby pin, denim jackets, skorts, when my tape gets dirty, stars who think they own the world, unwrapped gifts, stress, dull toothbrushes, stores that won't give me more napkins, when someone uses the word gay in a discriminating way
Long were the nights when my days once revolved around you Counting my footsteps praying the floor won't fall through again And my mother accused me of losing my mind But I swore I was fine
You paint me a blue sky and go back and turn it to rain And I lived in your chess game, but you changed the rules everyday Wondering which version of you I might get on the phone tonight Well, I stopped picking up and this song is to let you know why
Dear John, I see it all now that you're gone Don't think I was too young to be messed with? The girl in the dress cried the whole way homeI should've known
Well, maybe it's just me and my blind optimism to blame Or maybe it's you and your sick need to give love then take it away And you'll add my name to your long list of traitors who don't understand And I'll look back and regret how I ignored when they said run as fast as you can
Dear John, I see it all now that you're gone Don't you think I was too young to be messed with? The girl in the dress cried the whole way home
Dear John, I see it all now it was wrong Don't you think nineteen's too young to be played with? Your dark twisted games when I loved you so I should've known
You are an expert at sorry and keeping lines blurry Never impressed by me acing your tests All the girls that you've run dry have tired, lifeless eyes' Cause you've burn them out
But I took your matches before fire could catch me So don't look now I'm shining like fireworks over Your sad, empty town
Dear John, I see it all now that you're gone Don't you think I was too young to be messed with? The girl in the dress cried the whole way home
Dear John, I see it all now it was wrong Don't you think nineteen's too young to be played with? The girl in the dress wrote you a song You should've known
You should've known
The Beauty Failure©
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"I absolutely hate school. Not because of
the homework or teachers. But because of the bullying, the
stares, the glares the names, the snickers, the pointing, the
comments, the jokes, the teasing, the rumors, the
belittling," a girl once said.
That girl was me.
I am not model skinny, or Cover girl beautiful, nor
Beauty Queen talented. I'm the girl people use, to
compare them self to, to make them feel better about them self.
I'm hopelessly in love, over a boy who doesn't know I
exist. He's got himself a beauty of girlfriend, Tiffany. She
has long brown silky hair, size extra small body, and a rich
family. I heard that she has her own cruise line named after her.
The only thing that was named after me, was my pet
goldfish...
"Honey, did you pack your pencil case?"
"Yes mom, can I go now? I don't want to be late for my
lovely first day of school" I said in a sarcastic
tone.
"Oh come on! You'll get to meet up with your friends
again!" my mom said.
"What friends?" I asked, "I have
none."
"What about that girl that lives on the other side of the
block? Darn, what's her name again?" Pressing her finger
against her lips.
"Tiffany?" I sighed. All the memories of her and her
group of friends came crashing back to me. All the
rumors they started, all the names they spread around the school,
all the times they pushed me into a locker. I squeezed my
eyes shut as hard as I could, hoping that the these memories
will stop. But the memories kept coming. The time they
tricked me into eating moldy bread,the time they stole my Barbie
in first grade, the time they- "STOP!" My eyes
flew open, tears hit the floor.
My mom dropped the plate she was cleaning. She came
rushing over to me, by now, I was covering my ears and
whispering 'stop' to myself.
"Amber! What's wronged?" She took my hands
and held them.
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When I got to school, I found my locker, got out my books, and
started walking to my home room, head hanging low.
I sat down in the seat closest to the door, because less
people can see me.
"Excuse me, but what do you think your doing?" Said a
familiar voice. I turned around to see who it was.
It was Tiffany.
"Nerd, get up! That's my seat."
"It's our first day, how is it your seat already?"
I asked her.
"Any seat that is next to Jake, is my seat,
idiot."
'next to jake?' I thought to my self. I
looked to my left, and there was Jake. 'How
could I not of seen him there? I'm so stupid!'
I got up, following the queen bee's request. I found a seat
in the back and put my books in the desk.
I was glad that she didn't hummilate me for taking her
seat.
Well, that's what I
thought.
»What do you think? Should I keep
going with this story???«
100% my story, no jocking
please