Elena Ahlgrim, A broken teenage girl living in the 90's decides instead of mourning her abusive ex's move, to seize it as a chance to start over in the theater club, where an adoring, long-time admirer, Nick Huang finally finds the courage to win her heart amidst a tangle of angst and self-discovery.
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It was the 90's, Grunge music still clings to the air, dial-up internet is a frustrating but necessary evil, and for recently turned 16-year-old Elena, the recent move of her boyfriend, Austin, is a bittersweet symphony.
While most would expect a teenage girl to be heartbroken, Elena feels a weight lifting from her shoulders, a silent acknowledgment that his emotionally and occasionally physically abusive behavior is finally behind her.
Determined to redefine herself, she throws herself back into her passion: the school theater club.
There, amidst the chaotic energy of rehearsals and costume racks, she encounters Nick.
Nick, a quiet observer who helps his mother run the club, has harbored a secret love for Elena since their middle school days. He's always watched her from afar, too intimidated to approach her, especially when she was with Austin.
Now, with Elena finally single and seemingly open to new connections, Nick sees his chance to show her the kind of love and trust she truly deserves.
But navigating first love, unexpressed feelings, and the lingering scars of Elena's past relationship proves to be a minefield of angst, miscommunication, and self-discovery.
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---Book 2 of the Generations series---
ATTENTION! This series could be stand-alone books if you really want them to be ;)
Written and Made by: Julia B. Ambrose
"Sometimes happiness feels like a chore."
A short story chronicling the relationships (and lack thereof) of Drew; in which nights and days are spent curled up in the tear-and-food-stained sheets, with and without the warmth of another living soul, because he has lived like this and he'll probably die like this -- whether he likes it or not.
(As if life ever bothered to ask).
Otherwise known as:
Sleep is for the weak, and love is for those asleep. So Andrew shouldn't wonder why he's virtually a self-induced insomniac who might just very well die of loneliness one day.