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" She walked onto the soft, glittering, golden sands of the beach. Salt water evaporated in the pleasant warmth that swirled in the air. A crisp taste of salt from the endless horizon of the azure sea. A gentle orb of light lay gracefully on the waters edge. She sat down near the gentle waves that drew into the bay and retreated. Closing her eyes, the sun's light still kissed her eyelids. Feet wriggling into the pits of wet sand and they were smoothened with a wave of frothy water. Calm peaks formed and the waves folded into each other performing a waltz with the setting sun. She moved her hands to lay each shoulder, hugging her body as her legs crossed. She watched the chromes blend into the canvas in front of her, the crepuscular light sent a drift of relaxation into her tense muscles. Unwinding, the days end shortly escorted her mind to her last dark encounter with this beach. "Forgive and forget. Try not to regret." She mumbled to the whispering sea" Beverly continues her journey to find herself, in order to obtain the path to her goal. Sequel to OBSERVER.
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"What do you want?" I snap, slamming my locker shut. His casual smirk, messy dark hair, tan skin, strong arms, eerie storm-grey eyes... the list could go on of things I notice- that I shouldn't notice- about him. "Oh, I want a lot of things." He inspects a speck of dirt on his arm. "I'm sure you've heard the news?" His eyes flicker back up to meet mine. Does he know? No. He can't. So I roll my eyes. He can't know that I know, that I would do anything to be the first one he tells. "You'll have to be more specific." I mutter, trying to look casual as I inspect my nails. "Well, it involves a certain title of the swim team," He offers. I shrug. "So you got captain. That's cool. And what do I have to do with that?" He narrows his eyes, trying to read my expression. Unfortunately for him, I have mastered the art of hiding my emotions. "This is what I wanted to talk to you about. During English," He fiddles with his sweater sleeve. "I recall you trying to talk to me," I frown. "Well, I..." He swallows, seeming... nervous? "I'm not doing too great... subject wise. And if I don't pick up my ass soon, I might be forced to quit." He rubbed the back of his neck, making his shirtsleeve slide up his arm to reveal a strong bicep. Not that I notice. I narrow my eyes. "And what do I get back in return?" I cross my arms. I'm going to be late for the bus if we don't hurry. He studies my face. "Name your price." He mirrored my position. I sigh. Money... but I don't need it. Popularity... but I don't want it. I meet his gaze steadily. He lifts his chin, the tiniest bit, but it doesn't intimidate me. I square my shoulders and stand up straight. He's only just taller than me. "Stop pretending to be perfect." All rights reserved. Cover art by me :) but will probably be redone soon

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