today, i had a different dream.
there was a boy. he had green eyes and dimples. i didn't know him, but i felt connected to him
"Jacques! come here!"
the name was unfamiliar to my lips but familiar to my heart. Jacques came to me.
"hello, Janet."
"hi Jaques."
I went to the boy, my arms outstretched. I wanted to hug him.
he only stares at me. "what's wrong?" I ask.
"i don't know you."
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Teen Fiction"I am not a word, I am not a line. I am not a girl that could ever be defined." or, the story of a girl who has nothing more than an iPod, a diary, and a dream. until she meets the boy in the cafe and the girl from the studio.
