Fandom's Sweethearts

Fandom's Sweethearts

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Two complete opposites meet along the journey of littered stacks of books, and crazy romantic stories of fun that were written by Cassandra Clare, Rick Riordan, Kiera Cass, Suzanne Collins, J.K. Rowling, Veronica Roth. These two never got along, until the special day came. Fawn Roselyn Clace Evergreen, a Fandom blogger, a Wattpad writer, and a typical, but extremely interesting fangirl received a call from the narcissistic fanboy Alexander Tristan Riordan— who happened to be Rick Riordan's nephew. She didn't understand why such a boy would call her in the middle of film watching. Even if the movie was entitled, "Sea of Monsters" which happened to be not as good as they had expected. In the midst of a crazy hectic and noisy mall, the self- centered Alexander said to the down- to- earth Fawn that the Government had allowed a new activity that would help lessen the causes of obesity in the whole world. The project was entitled, “The Fandom School.” The idea of having everybody’s Fandoms as their subjects excites Fawn more than she realized. But, sometimes, no one can ever live their Fandoms as their lives. Because, just like the lives of Percy , Annabeth, Katniss, Clary Frey, or America , and Harry , her life was also a story. She surged on the idea, and attended the school. She met a lot of people who treated her like their family, but the witty Alexander was the only one who recognized her as the Fawn she was trying best to hide. As the school year ends, she realized one thing. She was more than unique. She was a different person. A different person that would always stand out of the crowd as the best example of courage, determination, and strength, even if the darkness has come to swallow the world. She was more than an odd girl. And, he made her realize that. They weren't the gift given by God to the humankind. But, the both of them deserved the place in every fan’s heart. They were the Fandom’s Sweethearts.
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