Everybody has a story. Some are filled with bravery, some with regret, some with sadness and some with love. All stories are unique, but they all have one thing in common- the people that they belong to actually know them. That's where my story becomes book worthy. I'm not the one that knows my story, although from what I have heard it was a pretty damn exciting story. But what good is it to have such an eventful story if it doesn't feel like it belongs to you. Maybe it could have belonged to me a few months ago before the crash but now it belongs to a different girl. A girl with my green eyes, a girl with my thick curly hair, a girl with my mixed complexion, she looks like me and maybe at heart she was me, but her story will never be mine.Not if I can't remember it. My story is far more average. My story is not of a girl that was a music festival favorite. My story consists of a blond best friend that couldn't care less about the hundreds of boys that want her, a debate team, a B average, a part-time job at a barber and a car crash that took away memories that I will never be able to feel nostalgic about. That is the story that belongs to Dylan Carter and that is the story I will tell.
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All you never told me
RomanceDylan Carter was a regular performer at music festivals. You couldn't mention her name without hearing a story about her. She had it all until a crash that took her memory. Leaving her with a story that was no longer her own. Until a boy comes into...
