I have three simple wishes. They’re really not too much to ask. The first is to attend the winter formal dressed like Cinderella. Dress so wide I’ll only be able to enter the dance through a set of double doors. But I’ll hold my skirts high as I arrive to reveal a pair of platform combat boots, so everyone can see that, underneath the frills, I’m punk-rock tough. The second is for my parents to approve of my boyfriend. They hate him. They hate his bleached hair with its constant dark roots, and they hate his arms, which are tattooed with sleeves of spider webs and stars. They say his smile is more of a smirk. And they’re sick of hearing his music blasting from my bedroom, and they’re tired of fighting about my curfew whenever I watch his band play in clubs. And my third wish? To never ever ever see the Park twins ever again. Ever.
Hey guys. This is my first story on AFF. English is not my first language so please bear with me. The original story belongs to Stephanie Perkins. But i changed it at some points. I hope you like it and if so then make sure to upvote and support the story. Call me Lia (no authornim or anything else)