••• This is a story about a girl. A girl who lied all too well. One who was bored, pretty, and sad. A girl who mastered the art of pretending. Pretending since she was a little girl. The problem with playing pretend is that it gets boring. As a kid, you love it. But as you grow older, you grow tired of it. Not only that, you start to doubt what's pretend and what's not. What's worse than a girl who lies all the time to others? A girl who lies to herself even more. Blair Knight, the queen of pretending to be something she's not. She's tired of pretending to be the perfect girl, she's tired of pretending she's fine with her boring life. She wants to escape it. And he helps her escape it. The boy. The school's most loved. The one who can see past the mask Blair keeps up. The one who is deeply in love with a girl. A girl who's love was toxic but strong, always pulling him back in. This girl isn't Blair. Blair wakes up with a feeling. A feeling that sparks ideas in her head. She wants a life of excitement, a life of regrets. And thanks to Grayson, she gets one. But someone should of reminded Blair of the warning. Be careful what you wish for. Because Blair gets more regrets than she's bargain for. She started off hating Grayson. But you know what they say, there's a fine line between love and hate. And Blair? She likes to dances on it. •••

{FIRST BOOK IN 'THE GIRL IN THE HOODIE' SERIES} {2014-2018} A girl moved to California two years ago. No one knows what she looks like. All they know is that she wears a hoodie. *~*~*~* "HOLY SHIT, NOAH! WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU LET THE TROLLEY GO?! COME BACK! OH MY FUCKING LIFE, FIZZY DRINKS UP AHEAD--" BANG FIZZ POP "...am I dead?" I'm suddenly grabbed by the back of my hoodie and pulled up from the ground and out of the mess of the opened bottles of fizzy which had exploded when the trolley and I crashed into them. My hands instantly go to my hood and I sigh in relief to find that it hadn't fallen off through all of that. I turn my head and look the the employee who's holding me, his face completely red and the vein in his neck throbbing. "Wassup, dude?" I smile sheepishly. *~* {HIGHEST RANKINGS: #1 in Funny #1 in Sad And #1 in Cancer apparently }

Orphic (adj.) mysterious and entrancing; beyond ordinary understanding.