Hey guys, this is my very first time writing a love story. Hope you like it.
Don't forget if by any means you feel offended bear in mind you can write to me, that way I can amend my mistakes if I've done some, because we are all humans after all.
Also I don't live in California, so everything I write is from my imagination.
Thank you again, and enjoy :)
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As I started rummaging through my backpack, I kept remembering everything that was going to be left behind. Maybe it was because of the stories that I've lived in here or the bad moments that I just couldn't get myself to forget. All I knew is that is for the best.
My mom used to tell me that everything happens for a reason but I was wondering if the reason I was about to make was the right or the wrong one. When you are little, we are taught to follow our parents' steps, that way when doing something wrong, there will always be someone who could guide us through the right path.
Ever since last summer, I changed. I stopped being the romantic naïve seventeen little girl, to a more ruthless and easy going woman who could protect herself and make sure that nothing bad would ever happen to me again...
"Oh," he said, as my back hit the wooden wall. Damn it, of course. With nowhere to go, his arms locked me in between him and the wall. He stared down at me as he said, "So you're trying to piss me off?" His lips were surprisingly close to mine. No guy would ever be this close to me in real life, let alone me being able to handle it; I would've been so timid and afraid. But this was the dream world. I could speak and be as brave as I wanted to.
"Yeah, I am," I said. "What are you gonna do about it?" He paused as his eyes looked between the two of mine. Then, he smirked and swiftly closed the gap between our lips.
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In a small town in New York, Hazel is your average quiet type. In a school full of clichés, she falls perfectly under the category of "nerd" and has her own little nerdy group of people she loves to hang around. They respect the fact that she's non-verbal.
The thing that plagued her, surprisingly, is not her inability and refusal to speak, but her ability to go through anybody and everybody's dreams. This is not something she can control, nor something that's necessarily dangerous. It just happens. One second she's in darkness, the next second she happens to be in someone's dream.
But, when she stumbles into a dream of a guy she never knew existed in her grade of 500 students, albeit his popular status, both her worlds get flipped upside down.