Scarlett

Scarlett

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WpMetadataReadCompleet woe, sep. 30, 20203u 46m
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I noticed someone walk towards me. I stopped to gaze at the person. He was tall and well built. His ripped chest was visible under his plain white t-shirt. His track pants hung loose, a little below his waist. His facial features appeared familiar. He fiddled with his phone when he walked and did not look anywhere else until he reached the door right across the hall. He entered the apartment but paused before he could shut the door. His eyes met mine and I suddenly felt nervous. He raised an eyebrow at me and I looked away uncomfortably. A smile played at the corner of his lips as he shut the door. Scarlett Parker is extraordinary. Waking up from a coma after fourteen years and having lost her childhood, the small town girl is struggling to live like a normal adult. Mark Raymond is Scarlett's charming young neighbor with quite a reputation, always ready to lend a helping hand. What happens when the two worlds meet? Mark and Scarlett's journey with its own ups and downs is an incredible tale of life and true love. Be a part of the journey. Smile, laugh, cry and fall in love.
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Book 1 of the "Used to Be" Series Scarlett Fisher: the school's resident mean girl. Beautiful, smart (but doesn't let people know), charismatic, confident (or at least that's what everyone thinks.) The truth is, she's scared, Scared that one day people will see past her smile and charm, and see the person she really is on the inside. Scared that someone will remember who she used to be. ~•~ Now I know I seem like a bitch, and your probably thinking I'm your stereotypical mean girl, but I wasn't always like this, back when high school first started. I had a best friend who I thought I would be friends with forever. I was shy and timid, and I was foolish enough to believe what people told me. Back then everyone knew me as Arora. After the incident I decided to stop going by my first name, I had also learned that being mean, and not taking anything form anyone was the only way to get people to treat you with respect. ~•~ Arora Fisher: the girl most people didn't notice until they needed help with homework, the girl who was voted most likely to disappear and no one would notice. The girl who her believed in the good in others, who wanted to just give people a chance, no matter how many red flags. The girl who was lost to tragedy. ~•~ "We'll be broken together." He try's to smile, but he can't manage it and I nod, knowing how much pain he feels. "We'll be broken together." I whisper, after that we sit there, in an empty silence, neither of us wanting to be the first one to speak again, because it feels off, like the sound of our own voices might somehow break our hearts more.

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