Prologue

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A/N: SOOOO, Yet another fanfic. :)  I'm posting this small prologue, nothing more until I finish The Hate Factor. But, I figured I'd post it anyways.

Well.... I may or may not decide to either hold it off till THF is over, or have slow updates. But anyways, here it is!

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I'm Rachel. Rachel Tyndall. I'm an eighteen year old high school graduate and cosmetologist in training.

Bleh, scratch this. I won't give you a biography about me. Just the basics. You'll probably want to know what I look like.

I'm a blond, and proud of it! That was unnecessary but oh wells. I love edgy hairstyles, so I have blond hair that's, well edgy, and has dark purple throughout some of the layers. Cool huh?

Hazel eyes, and I'm 5' 7', so semi tall. I have an older brother Ed, and I live with my parents in Tennessee.

I also love music. When it comes down to that, I'm just like almost every other girl out there. I enjoy Little Mix, Demi Lovato a little bit of Ed Sheeren, the normal stuff girls like. Oh, I also like One Direction. 

The key word is like. Not love. I'm a fan, I've been to a concert, but I'm not obsessed with them. Well, maybe not all of them. Just one in general. 

Harry Styles. 

That young curly haired, green eyed boy with dimples was who I obsessed over. Kind of. I don't show my obsessing, but I have fangirling moments all in my head. But yes, Harry was my weakness.

Once I get my degree for cosmetology, I want to open my own salon. I had it all planned out, and was pretty sure that was what I was going to do. Because my mind isn't easily changed. Always has, and always will be like that.

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Yeah, so, here is the prologue. :D Hope you liked it!

This is probably going to end up a bit more cliche then my other fanfics, but still, it should be good. :)

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