Not What I Expected

Not What I Expected

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He's an egotistical jerk. She's a sassy sweetheart He portrays his life as perfect. Her life is a perfect image of chaos. Echo Pierce. A name well known at Graneville High School. She's a trophy winning softball player, never lets her grades slip below an A-. She doesn't look like your average nerd. That's probably because she isn't. West Graham. A name well known at Graneville High School. He's attractive, a running back, a catcher and a catch. The average jock, Golden Boy. Echo and West were great friends since kids. In Middle School West changed for the worst, and it wasn't all his fault but Echo couldn't take the change. They slowly starting becoming distant. What happens when Echo needs West and he needs her?
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Harley Branson is a normal seventeen year old girl in her senior year of high school. Well, if you call wearing black and avoiding people normal. Her life takes a turn when the most popular and wanted boy in school (Flynn Skykar) hits her in the face with a baseball bat and decides to take care of her. * * * "Get off the field!,"I heard one of the guys shout. I ignored him. Danny cheated on me. I had to confront him. He was the catcher so he stooped directly behind Flynn, the batter. "Danny,"I pushed his shoulder. "What are you doing here?,"he looked up at me. Not noticing my tiny presence on the field, the ball was thrown. Flynn, that idiot, swung his bat, knocking me to the ground with one swoop. When I opened my eyes, I thought I was in heaven. The blue eyed angel was knelt down next to me, with his face above mine. "Are you dead?,"he chuckled,"I can give you mouth to mouth if you want?" And with that I got mad.

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