Chapter 1

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I've always wondered how it feels like to be loved or to be in love, or both.

Like anytime of the day, I would look out the pale-painted lucarne and start imagining bubbles popping and candies falling from the sky. I know It's lame but what else could be worse than Mrs. Hendrickson's makeup. It reminded me of the cake my mom used to bake for me on my tenth birthday, and it was horrific.

"Louise! None of the pages are done correctly! So stop peeping out there!"

Those words are like music to my ears, I could listen to it for almost the entire day. Still, my eyes could only place itself on freedom.


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