Every Night at Eleven

Every Night at Eleven

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Romance
Shyler Winchester is a fifteen year old girl whom of which has her priorities set in place for herself. No dating until high school is over, getting 80% and higher on her subjects, completing her extra classes program, not being the replica of her sister, proving people wrong and owning a business teaching kids photography. Austin Lockwood is the popular jock and loves pushing Shyler's buttons, not seeing her after she finally leaves their old elementary school puts a toll on him, not realizing that he fell for her before him and his friends graduated from their previous school. What happens when Shyler so called "runs away" and Austin doesn't believe it? Will their worlds crash ever again?
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"Oh," he said, as my back hit the wooden wall. Damn it, of course. With nowhere to go, his arms locked me in between him and the wall. He stared down at me as he said, "So you're trying to piss me off?" His lips were surprisingly close to mine. No guy would ever be this close to me in real life, let alone me being able to handle it; I would've been so timid and afraid. But this was the dream world. I could speak and be as brave as I wanted to. "Yeah, I am," I said. "What are you gonna do about it?" He paused as his eyes looked between the two of mine. Then, he smirked and swiftly closed the gap between our lips. ~~ In a small town in New York, Hazel is your average quiet type. In a school full of clichés, she falls perfectly under the category of "nerd" and has her own little nerdy group of people she loves to hang around. They respect the fact that she's non-verbal. The thing that plagued her, surprisingly, is not her inability and refusal to speak, but her ability to go through anybody and everybody's dreams. This is not something she can control, nor something that's necessarily dangerous. It just happens. One second she's in darkness, the next second she happens to be in someone's dream. But, when she stumbles into a dream of a guy she never knew existed in her grade of 500 students, albeit his popular status, both her worlds get flipped upside down.

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