Sunlight beamed on the young brat, the adorable brat. She ran and jumped in the field of flowers,hoping, wanting, and daring for a feeling, a person, a choice, a decision. She had made her decision and there was no stepping back. She didn't care about the world for she was a brat, her heart stolen. She was a spoilt, loved and taken brat.
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