Past Participants

Past Participants

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Isabella Alcoser is a foreign exchange student studying in Paris for a year. But what happens when she gets a feeling of deja vu when she sees a painting in a museum? After a series of events she is transported out of her world. How will she get back? How is the painting related to her very serious problem? Only time will tell...
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The moon was full and a certain party was over. Two people were sitting by the poolside. The girl's feet were half underwater. "I just don't see how your tongue can be in so many throats in one night!" she said to the guy for the third time. He rolled his eyes."Mine was just in girls, you gave everybody a taste of yours!" "No, no! You're imagining that, remember?" The girl said determined. He laughed. "Let's say I am. What's your idea of the perfect kiss?" She thought about it for a minute and a serious look came to her face. "The perfect kiss is the one you get under the moonlight. The one that makes you feel like you're the only people in the world and like nothing can break you apart..." She laughed "The perfect kiss takes you to infinity AND BEYOND!" She slid into the pool laughing. Meet Isabella. A beautiful, average, teenage girl who just moved to a new town. Then Meet The Player. A guy who basically "rules" the school. He's a jerk, rude, annoying, charming, hot, irresistible etc. what happens when those two meet? Read to find out(; Warning: the chapters are very short and this was written by me when I was about 13 or 14 years old and was totally clueless but hey, if you want to read it, be my guest. just don't say I didn't warn you. also, I started editing it but I gave up so at this point I can only offer you my sincerest apologies.

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