17 year old Reagan Wells has all she could ever want. Friends, good grades, athleticism, and a warm, cozy home. But that's just it- why live comfortably when you can live on the edge?
Seeking clarity and a break from her life at home, Reagan move...
I decided to reveal what the characters look like tonight. If you don't want to see, I suggest you scroll through the images below quickly. If you do, then go ahead and look! I know sometimes I would rather imagine than have a crystal clear image.
As promised, tonight's chapter! Thank you for 300 views! When I came up with the draft of this book a while ago I doubted it would even hit 100.
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Once again, these are not the exact characters but this is what they look like. Imagine what you want!
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I thought Zach was leaning in to kiss me. I'm such a fool.
"You have something in your hair," he says, holding up a leaf.
I burst into immediate laughter, my cheeks turning red from the realization.
"Wait- I have something better," he says, disappearing into the trees.
He comes back with his hands behind his back.
Standing up, I notice he is holding an oh-so-delicate flower. I might have melted into the floor on the scene.
Gingerly, he walks up to me, sky blue eyes locked with mine, dancing with what seems like glimmers of gold.
I see his hand raise, meeting the side of my face, placing the flower into my hair. "That's better," he says smoothly, dropping his hand as soon as the flower is secure.
I beam at him, looking out of the corner of my eye to see the pink work of art entangled in my hair. I'm speechless as my heart rate goes through the roof.
"Where are you guys?" I hear Jennette stomping in the background. Out of reflex I jump up, which snaps Zach out of his intense stare.
"Out here," I call, trudging back to the front door. I turn around and glance at Zach quickly who has his hands in is pockets, head down.
