Ink and pen and paper, all she ever needed. Her green eyes, pure complexion, pixie-cut, black hair, and her beautiful smile had guys falling for her easily. Her father had nothing to do with her life, she liked it like that. Her mother was an alcoholic and didn’t want anything to do with her.
Great stories flew on to the paper in her lap. Her published books flew off the shelves. She made quite a lot of money. That’s how she bought the small cottage at the edge of a forest. The pages of her life kept turning. To fast to keep reading. She always compared her life to a novel. A novel no one can read, except for now. She will not let her name be stated. So he cant find her. She wont let him find out were she is. For now she is ink.
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hey guys(: My name is Brooke. I started this but I dont quite yet know where I am going with this. This is the first chapter. Hope you like it! Please vote for it and follow me! I will always follow back:)
