Dance
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"For my part I know nothing with any certainty, but the sight of the stars makes me dream." - Vincent van Gogh. I was never certain of my life. Never knew where I fit in. Dancing was my escape, to get away from reality. When Dance closed down, everything stopped, metaphorically speaking. It was like my body was there but my mind wasn't. My mother tried everything to try to get me to be myself, but without dance in my life I didn't know my purpose. My mother went to her last option. She sent me to aunt Meg's place in London for my summer vacation. And that is when it all began. That's where I met Nick.
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When you're a seventeen-year-old girl with anxiety disorder and a gorgeous, popular girl that absolutely hates your guts for who-knows-what reason bullying you whenever she gets the chance, Anna Falls has no choice but to face reality.... her life sucks. But the little sparks of hope that build up her optimistic, bright soul convince her otherwise. She will always think of one thing and that there is hope in life. Maybe even a goal. It might not be visible now, but she knew that it became as clear as a bell when she ran into Luke Carter. Twice. In one day. Second time being literally into him. -- "How about fifty-fifty?" I offer in ragged breaths. "We could have just done this from the beginning," he replies, breathing heavily. We both chuckle. I gaze into his green eyes. "Your eyes are really beautiful," I blurt out. "I know," he smirks. "Are you always that egotistic?" "It depends," he answers, pushing my hair behind my ear. I smile at him. "You're welcome then." "I never said thank you." "And I said you're welcome. Are we done, Catherine Obvious?" -- #3 in annoying: 11/18/2020 #39 in teenagers: 01/03/2021 #8 in disorder: 01/12/2021 #110 in romance: 01/19/2021 All media used within the cover does not belong to me, but belongs to the app Canva.

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