Fault ♡

Fault ♡

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♡ Well, first things are always first in stories. Aren't they? Things aren't always what they seem. Hello, my name is Willow, and I live near a cliff, which the community dubbed as a "fault". Pretty much, I'm just the ordinary girl, trying hard to look fashionable- which sometimes means that I go to the extent to pop the lenses out of huge glasses- to stay with the trends. I go to Princeton Private Academy for Girls, and I'm currently in the 9th grade. So, without further or do, let's get on with the story. Oh, and did i mention that I like butterflies?
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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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