With a lump in my throat, I looked down to place the sticker with my number on my shirt. When I looked back up, I took in the scene before me and nervously gulped. The waiting area was filled to the brim. There were literally no seats left, and so I backed into a corner, leaned my back against the wall and slumped down to the ground. I didn't quite know what to do with myself so I began fidgeting and playing with my thumbs. When I looked back up, I noticed someone staring at me, or rather, at the bottom of my shoe. I raised my eyebrow questioningly, and he began walking towards me. --- When Andrea Flynn first auditioned for The X Factor, she insisted on going alone. In any case, that's the way it's always been, just her and her old guitar. She found comfort in being by herself, and alone was her favorite thing to be. Little did she know, auditioning for Britain's top talent television show would mean that she would never be alone again, but maybe, just maybe, it wasn't such a bad thing after all. And when asked who she had to thank for her new life, she replied “her boots,” because they brought her to the audition, and most importantly, they brought her to Liam. Getting through didn't change her life. He did.

Following the outbreak of a mutation, a percentage of the human race have advanced to be able to wield the natural elements. Ten years have passed: dictatorships, gangland networks, disaster, and war have swept the globe. Society has been desolated. For Asher, survival is all that matters. But when her luck runs out and she’s caught by a government agency, she’s faced with decisions that challenge everything she believes. Decade old truths will surface, as Asher discovers part of herself with a boy who stands to be her end, and her beginning. Family. Love. Revolution.

[NaNoWriMo14] ☂ Lochlan + Avery = Forever. He was extraordinary. No one ever thought so; all they ever saw was what was tainted by his unfortunate past. But not me. I saw the way freckles dusted his ghostly face; The way he bit the inside of his cheek when he was nervous; The way he licked his achingly rosy lips when it got cold; ...The way he stared at me with those entrancing, iridescent eyes when he thought I wasn't looking. © 2014 n. k. florence