mar writes on tuesdays, because she's just that fergalicious. ❥ just because somebody doesn't love you the way you want them to, doesn't mean they don't love you with all they have ❥

“I wish I could just fly away to a better day.”

"The Mona Lisa," Steven Newman presented the famous art piece to his twelve year old son and daughter. They both cocked their blonde heads to the side, brown eyes narrowing on the piece. "It's smaller than I thought." Bridgit and her twin run into trouble in their own one town after four years of musty art galleries and libraries with books that hadn't been open in years. After meeting James Kristenson, the boy who didn't want to be saved, Bridgit warms up to him and they turn into best friends. Even through endless drama that James brings upon himself and Bridgit cleans up, is the relationship healthy? Or will external forces, such as motive-fuelled scientifically identified as Jock-ious Heroicus (aka: Jack Scott) people knock the perfectly balanced see-saw of a relationship of the James-Bridgit relationship? Join Bridgit Newman in a journey of 'renewal and growth' (as your English teacher would propose). @bradburys (@coco-caramel) 2013-2014 all rights reserved [other #464]