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She always thought she was happiest with the wind rustling through her deep brown, almost black hair as she ran down the same old hill; wearing a slightly tinged outfit-the victim of previous attempts to ruin her clothes with the warmth and familiarity of some watered dirt-and with the faint, faraway voice of her grandfather calling, "Eunice! Eunice!" for she knew for certain he'd never punish her unladylike behaviour due to Paola's strange reasoning of acceptance towards it.
All that was true... until she met him. Nathaniel Allaband, a boy around the same age as herself-thirteen. Despite being so close in age, both were raised so differently, sharing differing interests as well: Nathaniel, being a well-brought-up, good, young Christian boy; and Eunice, a free-spirited, forever-youth-wishing, and half-troubled girl, fostered by her remarried grandfather and his wife, Paola, since the passing of her mother when she was just a babe.
For so long, the girl had a longing-for what, she did not know. That was, until she met him and he, her. And how they came to be, and what they were to be, shall be found out.