She was so beautiful. Skin the colour of white milk with a hint of butter scotch, blue eyes that pierced your heart, eyes and mind all at once, luscious hair that flowed from her perfect skull in a waterfall of chestnut. She was small, elegant. She almost never smiled, but when she did, it was the most incredible thing. Everything about her drew me in. Even the way she spoke, her fancy words and slight half smile that made your heart shatter into 3 thousand pieces. She always looked down, though at the same time everyone knew she was too good for them. She had a wicked sense of humour and a brain that would blow your mind, though hers was already lost...
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The diary of Alena Peterson
Teen FictionAfter the news that Alena Peterson, a 17 year old girl living in Washington had commit suicide, Finn Lotus finds her diary, and learns what was really in her mind, while falling in love with the dead girl.
