Listen To My Notes

Listen To My Notes

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Welcome to Dale Academy for the Gifted and Talented. A school that is just like high school but is full of successful and talented students. Meet Haven, Dale's most important student. She is a triple threat according to Dale. She is a gifted musician, a talented artist, and is a certified genius. Yet, not one of the students at Dale knows her name. She is a ghost, seen but never heard. That is until Spencer Ray came into the picture. Spencer is the new student at Dale for his incredible musical talents. He lives for the words he writes and the notes he plays, until he meets the girl at the piano. The mystery girl that no one knows her name. Follow these two as experience a journey of finding friends, happiness and themselves in Listen to my Notes. I suck at writing descriptions but you should give this book a try! I have random updates but I try to update at least once every two weeks
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WORK IN PROGRESS‼️ ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── There was no noise; I was at peace, and ironically, the stone-cold pavement never seemed warmer as my blood oozed out of me and around me like a painted canvas. I was slowly losing consciousness, but my mind never seemed happier now that I was dying. The white walls with big bright lights did not resemble heaven; in fact, it was quite the opposite. I thought I had died. When I came to, I found myself in this strange place, disoriented and confused. I looked around and found another five pairs of eyes looking at me with the same emotion swirling in their gaze. Now, 15 years later, I train with these girls. Our makers take care of us, feed us, and make sure we are clean, healthy, and fit. Some of us never had that; that's probably why it took so long for us to realize we were being used. The dirty work they made us do, none of us questioned it. How could we when we were taken off the streets? For a chance at normalcy, we settled for anything, even if that meant blurring the lines of right and wrong. After a mission gone haywire, we started noticing, and now we strike back to take our voices and reclaim the power that was used on us as a way to control us. After all, they are the ones who trained us; we are just returning our long-overdue favour. ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── Rankings : Featured in Mystery-thriller #5 in Mystery-thriller on 7/12/24

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