Sparks
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Everything was going perfectly, until it shattered. I had never thought about life as a gift. It was just something that came and went. Life is a time bomb, and now so am I. Another thing is: you never know what you have until it's gone, or rather wrenched away from you. When my world came crashing down, it was like a hurricane. I heard it coming and closed my eyes, so I didn't have to feel it until it got there. But then, it struck. Hard. Every wall, every secret, and every memory exploited. It all started with one text; one two worded, five lettered text from an unknown number was just the beginning of my obliteration, just one spark. Fire cannot be lit by one spark, so it snowballed from there until the fire burned like an ember; until it gave the third-degree to everyone who came near it. It all started with the text that read "I know -J"
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"Growing up around fairytales, Disney princesses and teen films, we are raised to believe that happy endings are always in store for us. But more often than not, reality sinks in, and the happy ending doesn't occur. Especially in high school. The main reason I liked this book so much was because it was so real. It was a love that was destined to crumble from the start, and yet, you kept pushing your luck. We've all been there. The late night texts from your crush waking you up to talk about nothing, the unexpected butterflies when you see him, the gross flaws he possess that you don't seem to notice, or the small things he does that turn you on. Most importantly, we learn that love truly is blind. We're unobservant to the world around us when our teenage love obsession is staring down at us with those big, brown, adorable eyes of theirs. And then when we wake up from this dream-like state that is a first love, we realize that he's not this perfect, older, mature man... but this boy."

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