The Wrecked Girl

The Wrecked Girl

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Her life wasn't all beautiful butterflies and roses. It was more like a wrecking ball. It wrecked her emotionally and physically and mentally. You could see the pain illuminating from her deep brown eyes. Not everyone could see it. In fact no one knew her, she wouldn't let anyone in. She wouldn't allow anyone to get close, too close meant suffocating her. And she was afraid of leaving emotional pain, knife cutting emotional pain, on anyone who got near. Not even her beautiful skinny,black eyed, black haired bestfriend knew her after 11 years. She blamed the world, this disgusting, envious, cruel world.
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"If you are ever lucky enough to come across something so beautiful it shifts your whole world, don't ever let that go." Beckett Davis: I've been in love with Bailey Connors since I was 7 years old and she gave me back my soccer ball. We've been neighbors for years, even sharing windows facing each other's bedrooms. Our families are close, I view her grandfather as my own. The only thing is, I still can't bring myself to say more than a few words to the girl who occupies most of my thoughts. Going into my last year of high school, I needed the chance to have my world shifted by Bailey Connors. Bailey Connors: I broadcasted my crush on Beckett Davis in the 2nd grade after decorating him a cookie. And every time after that when I can't control how my face heats around him. My grandfather adores the boy next door, and who doesn't? I'm embarrassed of how long it took me to reach for things I may want, instead of just letting things happen to me. Beckett's seen some of my worst moments from afar, but what would it be like for him to see them up close? #1 in bookworm #1 in highschoolromance #1 in foundfamily #1 in goldenretriever #1 in neighbors #1 in teenromance #1 in friendstolovers

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