you're the coffee i need in the morning..
you're the sunshine in the rain when it's
pouring.
( wrote this when I was 14 and had no sense of what a plot was, so please keep that in mind when reading the first half of this book !! )
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𝐈𝐅 𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐋 𝟔 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐊, 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐎𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐑 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐈𝐓 𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐒,, where boundaries are are almost non-existent. Aerin thought she could handle inhaling the sour milk and cheap perfume smell for a couple days, or the loud bangs that always came from her new neighbors across the hallway. But after having to ingest more than the recommended amount of sleep pills just to take a 1 hour nap, that small spark of hope that had kept her motivated throughout the past couple of weeks had dwindled enormously.
The only way she could truly ever escape the turbulent shakiness of her life was by plugging in her earbuds and listening to Taylor Swift's Fearless album.
Sitting upright in her crappy stale mattress single bed, with the rhythm of 'Fifteen' still ringing in her ears, Aerin held up two ruby red bracelet, one with charms and another that was supposed to look like a semi replica of the one that Santana had lost during the gettogether at the Cline girl's house.
Only this time, she had scraped up enough of her extra allowance to change one small detail about the quartz metal bracelet, she'd managed to convince the jeweler on a £60 charge to carve' S.L - Twin Flame' on it's inside.
