Lynnianna Keating.
That name to most means royalty. But to her it meant nothing. Lynni hated the way she was. Being a Kook was torture. Fancy parties, big houses. Not her forte. So, how does a Kook change the way her life is? She befriends a pogue...
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She was beautiful, but not like those girls in the magazines. She was beautiful, for the way she thought. She was beautiful, for the sparkle in her eyes when she talked about something she loved. She was beautiful, for her ability to make other people smile, even if she was sad. No, she wasn't beautiful for something as temporary as her looks. She was beautiful, deep down to her soul. She is beautiful. — F. Scott Fitzgerald
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"I was fucking drinking, Lynnianna. You really think that means anything?" RAFE SHOUTED, his words slurring as he spoke.
"I don't even fucking care about that shit anymore. You made me think that I could actually be loved. I was the new girl in town and I ended up falling for all your stupid lies and stories. This is the last straw. Fuck you, Rafe!" LYNNI SHOUTED at the boy in return, tears threatening to escape from her beautiful ocean blue eyes.
"You deserve better. You deserve someone who's gonna be good for you." LYNNI SPOKE softly, just above a whisper, but audible enough for him to hear.
