Do Or Die, You'll Never Make Me

Pink balloons caused everything. If they were black, or red, or even silver I wouldn't mind. But they were pink. As if that isn't bad enough, there were hundreds.

And I'm literally talking hundreds.

"I thought you liked pink," my mom reasoned. "All girls like pink."

But she doesn't even know. Not even now, as I'm running out of an old-fashioned building in heels and the frilliest dress known to man, wondering if I still have a chance.

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That's a preview for my latest story. It's not a fanfic, it's a real, honest to God story complete with people I made up and romance and fighting and brutal honest and the color pink.