A Girl With a Thousand Memories

A Girl With a Thousand Memories

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I wrote this two years ago and just found it, so I'm reading and posting it at the same time in hopes of finishing it. It's 70 pages on Word Doc so... yeah. It's about a girl who finds out she's an angel and overcomes some obstacles in her life, betrayal and lies, secrets and family histories untold, all comes to light in this story. I hope you like it, it's one of my finer works in my opinion. Excerpt: "You didn't have to do that." "If I wouldn't have been there, who knows what would have happened." He turns to me as he stops walking. "Nothing would've happened. Why do people here try to protect me so much? Im not some fragile porcelain doll." I drop his hand from my arm. He just looks at me stunned and I look away. There's so many people here and I know no one. I know three people personally and a couple indirectly. One of them has already proved to be a wack job. It decreases my hope of ever having good friends here. I start walking to the motorcycle. Shane's also probably not that into me. He just broke up with Mindy, sounds like and it's too early for him to be with someone like me. I'm just someone who's just from a small town. He's someone from a big city. I shouldn't do this to myself. I get to the motorcycle and get on, leaving the helmet in my lap to wait for him. From here I can see him walking down the line of cars, his head held low and walking with the key in one hand and the other in his pocket. The group behind him slowly dissipates as they get into their cars. He gets his helmet off the bike and holds it close to his face like he's about to put it on. "No one said you were a porcelain doll." He puts it on. "You just look like one," I hear his voice, muffled by the helmet. He gets on and starts the bike, before heading off; back onto the dirt road.
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Moving In

Blaze White is the New Girl at the Prep school in her mothers old home town. But her only goal for senior year is to keep a low profile, no friends, no parties and NO boys. Axel may be adored and worshipped by his peer-but he hates people, except 5. So when a beautiful but closed off girl suddenly enters his group. He is not welcoming of the mysterious beauty despite the pull they both feel. •••• WARNING: This was written many moons ago. I have decided to put it back up because of a large request from readers. However, I was a kid when I wrote this so take it with a grain of salt. *** Like a deer in head lights, I freeze and watch as the car comes towards me expecting to get hit. But to my surprise, the car swerves to the side slightly next to me and comes to a stop. I take a deep breath I didn't know I was holding at the driver's side door swings open and a very pissed off Axel steps out. "Thank god," I mumble and place my hands on my knees to catch my breath. "Blaze?" He says and I hate it. I hate how he says my name as if it's his. Like he knows it's the only thing I want to hear, him calling out to me, looking at me, focused to me. It's the first time in my life I wanted someone's attention so badly I didn't care how I got it. And that was too dangerous for me to hold onto. "Are you insane or some shit? I could have killed you!" He says and starts to walk towards me. I take a big breath and step back away from him, "s-stop! Axel," I stutter still panting. It's then he notices the blood on my hands and shirt. "Is that blood?" He asks staring at my shirt and I take another step back. "Stop, stay b-back," I try to say confidently but I can't even breath right. Realizing he won't listen I start to turn around planning to make a break for it. "Don't run from me Blaze it won't go well," he growls reading my thoughts causing me to freeze in my spot. "Do not ever think you can get away from me."

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