"No one said life would be easy, they just promised it would be worth it," Senia, had never once believe in her life that that was true...Her life was worthless, not only did she think that, but everyone around her. She was what you could call the 'Target' even the nerdiest kids didnt get picked on as much as she did, and highschool was worse. They're were cliques, and classifacation. She didnt fit in one of them, she was an OddBall, and thats exactly what people called her, an 'OddBall' But when Brent Connors, the schools 'Preety Boy' and Senia's worst enemie apologizes to her, and says he wants to be 'Friends', she wonders, Does he mean it? is it fake or is it real?

When a boy named Dexter falls love with a St.bernard . Go is shipped off to his aunts for a week. At his piggy aunts he meets a girl at scocer camp . She has the same interests as him . When they fall in love dexters dream and love began to flourish .

Senia was never like any other kid in school, her mom was never home and had to get a job to put food on the table and her green eyes earned her the nick-name oddball, but when the meanest kid decides to take advantage of her and lie all to break her heart, but when he realizes hes in love with her he has to choose between his friends or the love of his life.

Deana Carter has always been superstitious and cynical. She's always waiting for the other shoe to drop and expecting the inevitable - disappointment. So, when she meets Matthew Stewart, she can't help her cynicism. It's all too good to be true. However, she begins to warm up to the thoughts of happily ever after . . . until she's standing alone in the wedding chapel - an abandoned bride. She quickly curls back into her dark jaded hole of negativity and becomes caustic, putting all her energy and thoughts into her work. Then, news about the merger comes to light. Her company is merging with the top graphic design company in the country. She doesn't put much thought to it and immerses herself in her work even more. And then she meets Jeremy Harrington . . . . .