"hurry up, Janet!" Lara whisper-shouted. "you already fine!"
i laughed loudly. i was literally changing into the hospital bathroom. i knew he couldn't see me, knew he couldn't hear me, but for some reason, the idea of changing there comforted me. like Jacques knew that i was about to follow my dreams and that--mentally--he was going to be with me.
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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.
