Where Dreams May Fail

Where Dreams May Fail

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This is my first story on wattpad. I'm just testing it out and seeing what I can come up with. :) Bear with me as I experiment with my imagination. Thank you <3 Brief summary: "We stood there, with his arms wrapped around me. I smiled into his shirt. This couldn't be more perfect. But what I've come to realize is that perfect moments can't last forever..." Meet Kayla Jordan. Her life is seemingly perfect. She has all a 16 year old could ever want. An amazing boyfriend, loving parents and an awesome sister. Yea, there are a little bumps here and there, but that's life isn't it? So what happens when she finally opens her eyes?...
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