One Dance Couldn't Hurt, Right?

One Dance Couldn't Hurt, Right?

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Rythelle was always perfect. Her family lived on the upper side of town. Her intelligence hoards heaps of college recommendations. Her beauty would have made Aphrodite shrink in shame. Like her dance, everything about her was immaculate, calculated. Rhythelle Darcen was perfection personified. She always landed on her feet. Until one unfortunate incident. Can she ever stand up again? Or will she remain on her knees? Find out on this wicked tale about love, acceptance, and self discovery, with just a liiiiiittle dumbass humour courtesy of our moronic but lovable characters as they journey through every person's most memorable era: high school.
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Her entire life so far had been like one sunny afternoon, passing quickly and soon forgotten along with all the other days that had no stand-out excitement or tragedy. At thirteen she was ready to explore the entire world, learn fighting and this new world. Her emotions were not easily hidden on her innocent face. Her pain was evident in the crease of her lovely brow and the down-curve of her full lips. But her eyes, her eyes showed her soul. They were a deep pool of restless gold, an ocean of hopeless grief. As he looked into her eyes I knew, all the beauty of the universe could not even hope to compete with this simple thing: passion. Passion turned her eyes into orbs of the brightest fire, and in them I read clearly that she would fight to the very last tear for her life. She would not let the world break her. Sure she could cry, but she would never let them take her true self from her. She clung to it with passion. Passion that made her beautiful. He saw her passion! A story about love and finding her identity! Who is she? Enjoy reading. :)

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