𝐴 𝑁𝑒𝑤 𝐴𝑔𝑒 𝑌𝐴 𝑁𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑙
𝐛𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐬
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Having been uprooted from the only country she'd ever known and moved to the other side of the Atlantic, Angie couldn't be more disgruntled with her life at the moment.
And of course, there's n...
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ANGIE
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It was the most wonderful dream.
Sat upon the softest of clouds, I flew high above the horizon. The sky was bathed in pink and blue cotton candy hues.
However, the scenery wasn't the only thing responsible for this fantastical dream. It was the sound of Oliver's voice.
I could hear him calling out to me and with every passing minute, his voice grew louder, telling me he was close.
So close that I could almost reach out and touch him...
"Are you serious right now? Get up!"
My eyebrows furrowed at his change in mood. Even in my dreams, Oliver's mood was unpredictable. Could he, for once, just be nice to me without completely flipping the switch when I least expect it.
I felt my arm being shaken and that's when I knew something was terribly wrong. Oliver was rude but he'd never be violent with me.
I kicked my legs upwards and shuffled around, trying to get away from him, but somehow, I was getting even more tangled.
"This is ridiculous."
No, you're the one who's being ridiculous Oliver. Stop playing with my bloody emotions.
The shaking stopped and I breathed a sigh of relief, thinking he'd finally understood where I was coming from.
Until I felt my surroundings brighten and I knew I wasn't dreaming anymore.
I struggled to open my eyes and when I did, I almost screamed. My once pitch-black room was completely lit up and I immediately pulled my sheets over my head.
