Palm Springs

Palm Springs

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Noah Anderson grew up in Hemet, California- where hearing police sirens was a calm wind in the sky; population: 78,657. Getting into too much trouble back at home, he was taken in by a rather wealthy family in Palm Springs; population: 44,552. The county consists of jocks and waterpolo--at least as he thought in the beginning. Palm Springs is indeed filled with drama, all according to the people and families you hang around, having it's ups and downs. But coming across a small group of friends just may be his key to staying out of trouble and being a better person, better friend, and a better son.
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"It's too much to remember everything and everyone, all pain and hurt is killing me day by day little by little. I wish I could remove all the pain and move on in my life. I wish I could find an eraser or Better a delete button, so that I could start from beginning, without any misery or pain." ......................................................................................... "Hey Eva, you know you can trust me, right? " He asked me again cupping my cheeks, I can't let him continue this. It had to stop now or it would be too late. I can't risk everyone's life specially his. If hurting him means, him being alive then I would do it without thinking. Again and again. "Eva are you even listening to me?" Noah asked moving his face closer. From this close I can even see the scar which he told me about, its just below the border line of his hair, it can be easily conceal but from this close its more real. His eyes, they are magical. I would love to look at them all the time and never get tired of looking at in them. No, I cannot do this to him, I can't be selfish, I have to do something this time. "No" I answer and walked away from him. .............................................................

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