I Aim To Please

"Why does everyone treat you like some criminal?" Jason asked, confused why such a nice girl would be treated so poorly by her peers.

Hazel just smiled and kind of giggled. "Because they're scared of me," she said as she inhaled more smoke that could eventually kill her. Her bright blonde hair whipping across her shoulders as the wind moved against it.

Then again, Jason thought, maybe that's why she smokes...

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Hey everybody, it's Paris! Yes, this book is written by only me. I'm going to set some ground rules and warnings.

1) There will possible be triggers in this story. It will be talking a lot about depression and suicide. If that stuff bothers you, you may not want to read this. Just saying.

2) I don't mind profanity, but please keep it to a minimum.

3) Keep it clean. There will be romance in this story, so please, be mature.

4) Be nice. If anyone is starting fights and/or being mean to me or anyone else in the comments, I will not hesitate to block you. I don't think Angel will have a problem with it.

That's all that I can think of right now. If I think of anything else, or anything comes up that becomes a problem, I will either update this description or make an A/N.

Thank you guys so much for choosing my book to read! It really means a lot and I love you all!