Week 9, Day 2:
I walk outside my dorm and find Hunter standing right outside the door with a large poster and flowers. "Clare Bear, will you be my date to homecoming?"
"Are you a great writer?" I wrap my arms around him.
"So is that a no..." He brushes a stray strand of hair behind my ear.
"That is yes a million times," I beam.
"God damn it, you're so perfect." he says as I smile and stand on my toes, our lips connecting.
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Teen FictionNone of us are born dead, we just stumble upon it one day. Hey, I'm Clare and welcome to my life. I don't know how you found me but now that you're here, listen up. I go to a boarding school in Northern Michigan and this is where I met everyon...
