Never judge a book by it's cover.
Moving schools can be difficult, especially for Isabelle Raines, a typical teenage girl, just getting by in the world. As soon as the secretive boy crashes into her life, it is completely turned upside down.
Will s...
Here I am, sitting at my desk, looking out the window from my little office in my townhouse. I have been searching for topics to write about for the past hour, but nothing great comes to mind, instead of how cold my coffee had gotten since I first sat down to start writing.
I decide to go out for a walk around the park that is just a few blocks away. I grab my coat and make my way out the door, down the stairs, and through the main door to then feel the cold autumn breeze gently blow past my face. I can't help but sigh in remembrance of,
Him.
I tug the opening of my coat towards each other and begin my walk. Being an author, I subconsciously examine my surroundings for future settings I can use. Couples being oblivious to everyone, but each other. Both absorbing the affection radiating off of their bodies. I hear the shouts of children having fun, and turn to see a child, so innocent, playing hide and seek with her puppy in the leaves. I spot a small bench next to the metal fence and quickly claim it.
I begin to relax and let my mind lead me to wherever it wants. My few moments of silence had been broken by the sound of ice being formed. What I found after hearing the crackling noises was a rose placed down next to me.
I gently picked the cold rose up and looked at it. This was no ordinary rose. It had been ice manipulated into the shape of a rose. The hairs on my arm were standing up due to the gentle air blowing around me. I quickly jerk my head up to see if anyone had witnessed what had just happened. There was no one in sight. I quickly stand up, with the rose still in hand and begin walking home at a fast pace.
He's here. I can feel him.
I get to the main entrance of the townhouse and run up the stairs to my little, yet cozy living space and rush into my office and place the rose on my desk near the window.
I know what I need to write about. It's been almost ten years since I've seen him, but I still remember us like it was yesterday.
I turn on my laptop and begin to type.
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[ A/N: I hope you guys enjoyed this. I'm super stoked to be working on this book! Been waiting forever to start it, ugh.]
