Mr. Emerald Green Eyes

Mr. Emerald Green Eyes

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Lola Dwelling is your normal average 16 year old girl. She likes her friends, she likes boys, and she doesn't like school. One night after returning home late to curfew her mom and her get into a huge fight. Thinking life isn't fair, she steals her moms car and leaves. Only to wake up 3 days later in hospital bed, beaten to a pulse. Having to memory of what happened, her mom tells her a complete different story. It's been 6 weeks since her accident, and she has to do physical therapy. She's so against it, until she meets her physical trainer Matt. Totally dreamy sandy blonde hair and emerald green eyes. What happens when after a period of time she starts to remember the night of the accident? She starts to rebel. And it all begins with her overage, dreamy trainer.
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Time was standing annoyingly still and I think I may have forgotten how to properly breathe. "Panda you have to come sit down pacing is not going to-" pushing my hand out I stopped him from saying anything. I stopped him from confirming the knowledge that there is nothing I can do to make this better. I pulled at my hair ripping a couple of strands out in the process. I hated the white walls and fluorescent lights that adorned this place. The squeaky sound that could be heard whenever anyone walked and right now I was causing a lot of squeaking. The strong smell of disinfectant burning my nose but none of it matter right now not any of it. "Where is he?" I heard the voice and my blood immediately started to boil. "You did this" was the last thing I said before I flew and was on top of his mom hitting her wildly. So much for not liking confrontation.

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