The Mind of Willow Grey

The Mind of Willow Grey

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Willow Grey is a girl who sees the world in a different light. Nobody understands how she feels; some may even think she’s mad. Objects have thoughts as well as humans and Willow hears them both. Physical contact with just about anything or anyone will allow her an insight into their minds. Senses become stronger, feelings not her own. Perhaps this could be the decent into madness if everything she experienced wasn’t true. But, the thing is...it was real. All of it. Sometimes, you feel alone in the world. As if nobody understands you. But after bumping into a boy at her school, Willow realises she is not alone. Somebody understands. Maybe her new found intelligence wouldn’t be as good as she’d hoped. Maybe it would only draw the wrong kind of attention. Maybe it would endanger her life. How would you like to see into the mind of Willow Grey?
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They're in high school. It's a wlw story. Willow isn't exactly a nerd, but she's one of the smarter kids-brown curls, 172 cm, quiet, private. What no one knows is that she's the daughter of Taylor Swift and Travis Kelce. She keeps her head down, her circle small, because if people ever found out, it would be chaos-phones, rumors, fake friends. She's fine fading into the background. Then there's Olivia: the cheerleader everyone notices. Blonde, golden, 165 cm, always laughing too loud with her friends, perfectly posed without trying. The kind of girl who owns the hallway. Everyone either wants to be her-or be with her. Willow kind of wants both. They're not really friends, but in shared classes they drift toward each other. Sit in the back. Trade notes. Whisper jokes that no one else gets. Sometimes it almost feels like something real-until the bell rings and Olivia goes back to her world. Outside class, she's all bright smiles and boyfriends, pretending Willow doesn't exist. Willow tells herself it's fine, but every glance, every too-long touch, every half-smile gets harder to shake. She knows Olivia's not for her. But she can't stop wondering-if that look meant something, if the hand brush in class wasn't an accident, if Olivia knows exactly what she's doing. And soon, Willow's going to find out.

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