Ashley Dreams| Completed

Ashley Dreams| Completed

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"I observed the girl in the mirror, grimacing at the sight of her hair colour. I watched as the girl twirled the brown locks in her fingers ruthlessly. The girl's porcelain skin was painted with grief and nostalgia. The problem with nostalgic feeling was that: She didn't seem to recall what must be recalled. All she saw was flashes of bones, twisted hands, sweaty bodies, a Victorian house and Danny's nerdy glasses." ----------------------------------------------------- Ashley Moss, a perky fourteen- year old prep, saw her life change from a rainbow to a hurricane on the chilly December night of her best friend, Danny's, birthday. After seven months of nightmares and depression, she finally decides to catch the culprit who brought death to many innocent souls. The only problem was : She couldn't remember anything ----------------------- Just give it a try!
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