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A little something I wrote.

A man with a wild past, figuring his way through his life trying to make it as a musician finds love. Will he win her heart?

Shannon moves to London, expecting the perfect College experience, but from Day One things don't go according to plan. Between a roommate that seems to hate her, a creep that she just can't seem to get rid of, and drama with her friends and family she'll realise that the Movies definitely make it look easy.

Cora Markings is a freak, according to her classmates. After an accident claims her father's life and Cora's voice, she Stuck On Mute. At 12 she was considered like a dog, no opinion. Now 17 she has gotten over the loss of her voice, so she claims. Her twin siblings, Kaylah and Luke, feel her pain and try not to add to it. Though when their family suddenly has to move, Cora is thrown into a new town, ready to be ridiculed. But, can Leo, A jock who takes notice to Cora, make her feel whole again? Cora pushes him away because after all, Who could love a mute girl?

My own thoughts printed onto the pages of a book. Actual experiences, actual thoughts.

Her name is Sorrel. It’s Cherokee or something. First name: Shelby; middle name: Sorrel. I called her “squirrel.” While the other guys were falling head over heels into her large, fawn eyes, I avoided them. She was practically a liberal hippie. Bohemian linen pants, deep brown hair skimming her waist, floral canvas backpack. Different. Come sophomore year and the flood gates of hell opened - never had English been so difficult. So like a twist of fate, I found Sorrel sitting next to me and like any logical person, I took advantage of my resources - the girl was practically Ralph Waldo Emerson trapped in the body of a teenage girl. Then I fell; I fell hard. I fell for her laugh that sounded like a dying walrus. I fell for her crooked teeth. I fell for her Nesquik eyes that had hints of green trapped in the spectrum. “Forever,” she’d whisper. But forever isn’t tangible. This an anecdote of my first heartbreak. It’s a story about love; not a love story.