Emery Jacobs was the epitome of a ghost.
No, she wasn't actually dead. Although, if you asked about her to any of her class peers, their answer about her would always be the same.
"Who?"
She was quiet and out of the way of everyone else, and she didn't mind it to say the least.
At least that's what she kept telling herself.
Emery was always wishing to change. She her self a million times in her head that she was better off on her own. But was that necessarily true?
No of course its not.
She needed an escape, something that would set her aside from the rest.
Enter, Harry Styles.
Yes the school's most mysterious, yet easiest to understand bad boy.
He was oh so typical along the lines of meeting the criteria of being a bad ass.
Everyone knew who he was and what he did.
Or so they thought.
Emery was curious of his intriguing life, since she didn't have much of one herself.
It was a night of Emery's so called "epiphany" that she decided how she would change and the things that she so desperately wished for, would become true.
She advised a twelve step plan to get her where she wanted to be. And where she wanted to be, was much farther than where she was at.
