My New Hobby

My New Hobby

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It was an isolated private school in 1971 Atlanta, Georgia where students ran on a busy and strict schedule with the bell being a dictator. Everyone were in line ...well mostly. Days were uneventful besides the occasional fights needed to be broken apart and of course, school pleasures such as potlucks, clubs, sports, dances to name a few. However, the routine ruffled up with the introduction of an upperclassmen's accident which ultimately resulted in a funeral and a mourning family. One of the pupils whom was the brother of the victim was convinced the so called "accident" was a murder framed. He is determined to prove his claim even after the police closed the case. It came to borderline obsessiveness, just to prove a theory that might have never even came into play. Unexpectedly, he became smittened for a tall, blonde haired, dark eyed boy. He wears cardigans, thin metal framed glasses, and has an obsession with tea. A true definition of a Golden Retriever who soon decided to join in on the game of detective that led to a series of discoveries.
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"Breathe." He dipped his head down so that his lips were right at my ear, his strong arm wrapped securely around my waist, molding my body into his. "If you're going to fall apart,." He starts, teeth gritted. "Now's the time. I'll be here to put you back together when it's over." I squeezed my eyes shut again, and I did just that. I fell apart. ******* Secrets. Lies. Deception. Murder. I'd seen and done it all. And not willingly. So I left. I sacrificed my freedom to save myself, and the only way to ensure my own safety was to start over. Clean slate. New people. New me. But the last thing I expected when I arrived at Manonwell Prep Academy was to be bombarded by a boy-no, a man who held some unknown vendetta against me. Call it obsession, infatuation, hatred. To me it was all one in the same. He was everywhere I turned, like a shadow. Watching me. Taunting me. Haunting me. And it was all because of something I did to him a long time ago. It was something so bad that he couldn't stand me, that he wanted me dead, and the idea of making my life a living hell was something that he took pride in. But I didn't remember. I had no clue what I could've done to him in the past, but he was hellbent on pushing me until I did. My plans on starting over were shattered the minute I stepped inside that school. He was the type of person that demanded your attention without having to speak. He was untamed and wild and unhinged. But what he didn't know was that the Winter Travers that he knew in past, the one I didn't remember, was no longer alive. I was different. She was gone and I was here. And he was everything I should've been afraid of. Sinister, quiet, manipulative, but I knew it would be a cold day in hell before I let him win. Ronan was like gasoline waiting to be doused on the fire that inside me, and if he was ready to burn, then so was I.

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