Twilight: Shattered Haze

Twilight: Shattered Haze

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"How could you? How could you behave like such an ANIMAL and you expect me to forgive you?" She asked as she abruptly stood onto her feet, her jaw clenched as she walked toward me and her hands balled up in fist "I will never EVER forgive you for this!" Her curly hair blew in the wind as she turned on her heels and started walking out of the cafeteria. I refused to let her leave my life. I couldn't I needed her. I grabbed her arm and almost instantly her small yet strong fist connected with my face. I fell to the ground and tried to contain my anger. "DON'T EVER TOUCH ME AGAIN!" her voice echoed throughout school gaining every ones attention. "......I hate you." **DISCLAIMER**: This is a twilight fanfiction belonging to Stephenie Meyer, but this is Glass's rendition! So please don't be afraid to comment, vote, follow, and enjoy Thank you.
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"...I don't draw on my body to make myself look badass, no, it was never that way. I see you glance at them whenever your sister comes in. You're interested and don't deny that, Mr. Look and Stay Silent." There was a girl, a reserved girl who worked five out the seven days of a week at a nail salon. She had artistic skills, which inspired her to spread her artistic love on her body. Some held a secret. Some held a memory. And some were just for a small smile to be produced any day. Then there was a boy, a reserved boy who had trouble with emotions and was seen wandering the halls of the school, only ever having his eyes on the floor he walked on. He had scars. One held his dark, haunting past that made his nonexistent tears fall. His scars made him frown, made his lips tremble, made his mouth form into a terrifying scowl. So when you place that one girl and that one boy in a room, what do you get? A journey. Started: 10/25/19 Ended: 01/20/20

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