Beginning: When I was younger, I used to believe that unicorns were real because I was a girl.
Middle: At first, people laughed at me and called me silly. I thought that I was different and thought to myself, they're just jealous that I'm friends with unicorns and they're not.
Middle: Then, nobody wanted to play with me anymore. My two best friends in the whole wide world had left me to become "popular". Those backstabbers...
Middle: After that, I decided that I would just keep my unicorn love to myself. But, that didn't mean I didn't have pictures of unicorns. Plus, if I had a boyfriend, he was going to have to except that I like unicorns.
Ending: Now my belief is, that unicorns aren't real. But, they are nice to think about.
