The Oxford Dictionary defines 'perfection' as: "having all the required or desirable elements, qualities, or characteristics; as good as it is possible to be." That's Brooklynn. Or Brielle, depending on who you ask.
The Urban Dictionary defines 'Brooklynn' as: "This amazing girl is gorgeous, men want her, and women want to be her. She's funny, and sarcastic. Its very rare to see her in a dress, but if she is wearing a dress better snap a picture cause she looks exactly like heaven. Even though Her beauty is remarkable graceful, she is not even near graceful. She can be clumsy, and never piss her off, she can kill you with just a evil glare. She loves being in love. Very rare to see her single, and if she is guys are waiting in line waiting for a chance to be with her. Don't disrespect her family or friends are she'll tear you apart. She is talented in all art, acting, paint, photos, etc.."
The Urban Dictionary defines 'Brielle' as: "she is an amazing, beautiful, intelligent, unique, and interesting girl. brielle is a sweetheart. she is awesome at everything she does. brielle may seem shy at times, especially if she likes you, but once she gets to know you, you'll see what a gorgeous girl she is, inside and out. she loves music, and can really sing too. brielle is athletic. she also adores everything from puppies to the ocean and you."
Urban dictionary has it half way right, but not completely. But, nobody does. Two very different girls, yet both seemingly so perfect. This is a story of two girls, two sisters, and perfection.
"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.
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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.