CONFESSIONS OF AN INTROVERT
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Hello, it's me! Remember me? I'm the one who's always there but never been noticed, I'm the one you would have had only glances with, I'm the one who loves words more than people, I'm the one who often keeps to herself, I'm the one who craves the bed and music than the late night parties, I'm the one who's always there and maybe waiting to be noticed. Still no idea? Let me help you there, again. Remember the girl sitting at the first bench whom you called a 'nerd'? Remember the girl who usually walks alone, whom you assumed to be a weirdo? Remember the anonymous author in your school magazine who had posted that poem which you could connect with so well? Remember the girl who could talk with you hours over text but would keep mum in person?
I can see you're getting there.
I'm an Introvert. Okay now you couldn't care less, could you? Because who would be interested to know the story of an introvert, right? Well, I bet you would be after reading mine.
So let's get started, shall we?
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"Oh," he said, as my back hit the wooden wall. Damn it, of course. With nowhere to go, his arms locked me in between him and the wall. He stared down at me as he said, "So you're trying to piss me off?" His lips were surprisingly close to mine. No guy would ever be this close to me in real life, let alone me being able to handle it; I would've been so timid and afraid. But this was the dream world. I could speak and be as brave as I wanted to. "Yeah, I am," I said. "What are you gonna do about it?" He paused as his eyes looked between the two of mine. Then, he smirked and swiftly closed the gap between our lips. ~~ In a small town in New York, Hazel is your average quiet type. In a school full of clichés, she falls perfectly under the category of "nerd" and has her own little nerdy group of people she loves to hang around. They respect the fact that she's non-verbal. The thing that plagues her is her ability to go through anybody's and everybody's dreams which has a nasty side effect--she lost her ability to speak in the real world. This is not something she can control, nor something that's necessarily dangerous. It just happens. One second she's in darkness, the next second she happens to be in someone's dream. But, when she stumbles into a dream of a guy she never knew existed in her grade of 500 students, albeit his popular status, both her worlds get flipped upside down.
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