Just a song writer

Just a song writer

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Lauren. No different from anyone else, she has greeny blue eyes and brown hair past her shoulders. She's simple, she doesn't try to impress anyone with clothes or fancy things. She's rarely noticed for her appearance which she doesn't mind at all. She's not a model but she is pretty. The only things she wants to be noticed for is her music. She writes songs. And she's not bad at it at all. Lauren feels like all she has is bad luck. But one day while she's taking a walk with her best friends, Mia and Ireland, a flyer catches her eye. So Lauren be the curious person that she is, picks it up and reads it. She can finally do what she loves and get noticed for it. When she goes to the audition, she hope starts to fade. There's over 100 people there. But there is one thing that pulls her out of her chair with her notebook in hand. A curly haired boy with sparkling green eyes waiting at the door for her chance. Remember to breathe, Lauren. Breathe.
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Lauren was the average teenager. Glad to be out of high school for the summer before she would have to start college with a not so average terminal cancer that would soon be likely to take her life. She lived her life the best she could, dwelling in music and art, never aware of the things that happened around her. Every day, she walked down to the store on the beach, knowing that the only person who dared to interact with her was always there. Normani Kordei owned the surf shop, something her father had decided to let her run for the summer and was the only friendly person who would talk to the green eyed girl. It wasn't out of pity for knowing she had no friends, but a longing for the sweet girl's company. No one wanted to talk to Lauren or even be around her because she of her illness. It wasn't transmittable but Lauren's depression seemed to act that way which left many to naturally move away from her. They pitied her, but not enough to try and care for her. With one month left to live, Lauren is determined to make it the best of her life. *disclaimer* it's not that realistic SINCE ITS FICTION AND YOU CAN DO WHAT YOU WANT WITH FICTION. If you hate on the book I'm just gonna mute you because I'm done with this

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