Liek my fairy tale?

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Once upon a time there lived, in the city of Smalltown, Iowa, typical teenage girl. The young girl閳ユ獨 name was Lindsey Smith. Lindsey was an average teenager with nothing really impressive about her. There wasn閳ユ獩 one ounce of her character that could be described as exemplary or extraordinary. She was a decent student, making the grades she needed to get by. Physically, she was really quite drab and not the least bit unique. Her straight, sandy-blonde hair was always tied back into a tight ponytail. She had a sallow face and jaundiced complexion; however, her light brown eyes were the most disappointing of her features. They always seemed so dead, void of any sort of emotion. Smalltown had Lindsey閳ユ獨 character pegged; everyone in town seemed to know what she was all about. If one were to ask a mailman, police officer, baker, store clerk, or anyone in town about Lindsey they would all have the same thing to say, 閳ユ窡indsey Smith, who閳ユ獨 that?閳? Lindsey would go to school every morning, go home every evening, and go to sleep every night wishing that someone really cared about her. One night, when the stars shone especially bright, Lindsey felt as though she couldn閳ユ獩 take it anymore. She burst out onto her balcony, unable to feel the bitter cold of the night in such a state of numbness. She shakily climbed on top of the iron railing and had every intention of plummeting into the oblivion below when all of a sudden she was caught off guard by what looked like an approaching train. She was blinded by this bright light and knocked backwards by its intensity.

Lindsey awoke in the morning sprawled out on the stone balcony. She winced at the shooting pain of a splitting headache; however, pain was not the only emotion she felt. She felt strangely satisfied, confident, and maybe even a little happy. That morning at school she overheard, when walking past a group of giggling girls, about a new student from New York City. His name was Thomas O閳ユ│ara and he was the talk of the school. He was tall and handsome with chiseled features, jet-black hair, and honey-colored eyes. An apparent rebel, he was expelled from his high school in New York and sent to live with his grandparents in Smalltown. Lindsey saw him coming towards her down the hallway. She did what she always did when seeing someone that interested her; she dropped her gaze, quickened her pace, and avoided contact of any kind. She walked so ineptly and at such a quick pace that she actually was clumsily drifting towards him. They collided and an array of notebooks, papers, and writing utensils clattered around them onto the ground. Neither Tom nor Lindsey could hear the clattering of these meaningless items, the chattering of nearby students, or the constant giggling of the group of girls in the background. Lindsey was lost in his presence and he in the warmth that now radiated from her chestnut eyes with the intensity of a thousand stars. He fumbled awkwardly to collect her things, blushing with an embarrassment more powerful than he had ever felt before. She helped him and, with a bold confidence, mustered up the courage to speak to him. Lindsey found Tom extremely easy to talk to. With him she could be herself, speak what she had not even know that she felt, and share her passions. Tom found her amazing in every way. In his eyes she was wild, passionate, and beautiful. Soon the rest of the town began to notice Lindsey and how she had changed. Her sand-colored hair was no longer slicked back into a ponytail, but now flowed in thick waves that wildly wisped about in the wind as carelessly as desert sand. Her face was dotted with random freckles and her complexion radiated with a rosy tint. Her eyes, once her worst feature, were indescribable. They glowed with warmth never seen before and if one looked close enough, it was as though the entire universe was captured beneath those luminous, doe-shaped orbs.

Liek my fairy tale?

You spelled "like" wrong in your answer. Other than that great! But just spell check that shizznit in Word

Liek my fairy tale?

if you actually write a whole book like this, i think many ppl would read it. good job.