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1| BEACH DAY

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 A gentle breeze rustled the curtains, casting elongated shadows across the room. Among these shadows lay Angelina, her pale skin a canvas upon which the sunlight painted delicate patterns.

 Her room was an imitation of her personality: a blend of disarray and creativity intertwined into an intricate dance. Her walls were covered in sketches and pictures which showed her childhood life, next to these a small shelf cradled a shoe box filled with memories and souvenirs. A desk stood next to the window, cluttered with textbooks and an array of colorful trinkets which portrayed her chaotic mind. A wooden bookshelf stood in contrast to her desk, each spine aligned perfectly with the next one and a guitar resting on its left.

 Brown curls danced around the pillows, each strand mimicking a deep ocean of brown waves. Her body softly shivered at the temperature making her stir beneath her cozy comforter.

 As sunlight intensified Angelina's eyelashes fluttered against her cheeks but her brown eyes, deep and expressive, remained closed, guarding her vision from the bright rays that seeped through the sheer curtains. Her plump lips curved into a faint smile, signifying the end of her joyous dream. Slowly she began to stir, limbs stretching and fingers curling around the edge of her blankets.

 With a languid stretch, Angelina sat in her bed, her curls cascading around her back and shoulders as she stood. Her eyelids fluttered, revealing the enchanting brown depths of her eyes, still heavy with sleep.

 As her senses fully awakened, Angelina's mind wandered through the space between sleep and wakefulness. She took a deep breath, inhaling the scents of familiarity - the lingering jasmine, from the pot of flowers on her bedside table, and a hint of paint from the drying canvas nesting against the window.

 The sun's rays intensified, the warm strokes of light urging Angelina to fully wake up and embrace the new day. As Angelina stood and surrendered to the warm call of the day the blankets slid of her revealing a young woman in a pair of matching christmas pajamas which were a gift from her mother when she was younger.

 Groggily, she rubbed her eyes and swung her legs over the edge of the bed. The woods outside her windows were painted with the soft palette of the early morning, promising a nice day filled with radiance and tranquility.

 As she moved through her morning routine, the pines outside watched over her like a mother would her child, its branches whispering memories and dreams yet to be fulfilled.

 In the bathroom, she splashed water on her face, blinking at her reflection as droplets slid down her pink cheeks. The girl staring back at her had a certain determination in her deep brown eyes, a spirit that yearned to break free and expose itself to the world, hoping to show its true colors and what it was capable of.

 As she brushed her teeth, Angelina's mind drifted to the dream she had, the memory bringing back butterflies as she remembered the boy's face. She had long gone forgotten about her obsession with finding the mysterious guy and her mind had resurfaced those moments from her childhood.

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 'Knock knock!' A little girl exclaimed as she knocked two times on a big glass door, she waited patiently as she heard multiple objects falling as a person scurried to open. A young man with a mustache peeked through the curtains and smiled when he recognized the child, opening the door to invite the girl in.