How It All Started

How It All Started

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Rose Olivia Hunter, a teenage normal girl who just happened often went to the forest. Where her favorite place was somewhere far in the forest full of Pando trees, her favorite flowers. Where animals started to make their own melodious sound, the sound of dry leaves crumbling under your feet, the sound of the wind blowing, just a simple nature place for her, it’s perfectly enough, on her own. What would happen when all of sudden she saw a boy who was laying down under her Pando tree? Will everything change from the day she met him? She’s the quiet girl who wanted a peaceful living life, she wants nothing more than that. What will happen between them? As for sure, they’d fallen in love at the very first sight, but something prevented them from the absolute things that might happen.
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LOOKOUT

Everyone has a different story behind closed doors... Hunter POV "Who are you?" I spoke out She turned around quickly, quite shocked. "Ah, hi, sorry I wasn't snooping or anything. I happened to stumble across it. I'm Brontë. My eyes just locked on her; I didn't mean to -- she just caught my breath. Her curly golden hair fell just below her waist, accentuating her tan skin. Her dark brown eyes were a mix of grey and green, glistening with the light. She was wearing ripped black jeans and an oversized hoodie, along with a pair of Timberlands. I looked back up to her face, "You'd better go. The Lookout is no place for a girl like you."She nodded and walked past me, disappearing through the passage. I didn't mean to come across as rude. She just seemed dainty, like you don't want to mess with a girl like her. Brontë, I like it.

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