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"Lauren Clark you better clean this mess before your Mom sees all of these,girl. What are you doing anyway?" Katy asked, hands on hips. 

She has been my friend for who-knows-when. 

"Oh! Your drawing the guy again? Lemme see!!" 


I rolled my eyes and handed her my master piece. I watched as she bit her lower lip studying the sketch. 


"Were you obssessed or something? When have you seen the guy anyways? He's so.. dangerously handsome. You know what I mean?" she handed the paper back to me.

"Dangerous? What do you mean? He's gorgeous." I whispered, eyeing her reactions on my comments.


Katy cocked her hips on one side and bit her fingernails.

"He's not so human. He looks... umm.. different." her last remark came out as a question.


"I know. I dont even know where I've seen him. I was just drawing and drawing. He's part of my imagination maybe?" i shrugged.



I watched as Katy's eyes widen as she took in her surroundings.


"This.is.insane. It's all him! Your sketches since your childhood was all him! How come I never noticed that?!" 


"I decided to, you know, display all those.." i said picking up pieces of paper. 



"You draw him. An imaginary.." she flicked her wrist while shaking her head. "Something"


"Yeah.. it creeps me out sometimes." I said, lost in thoughts.


"Oh! Look at this!" she squealed, holding a piece of paper.


"Hmm. That's odd? Why would you write that inside your eyes?" she asked.


 I peeked over Katy's shoulder. And there it was. A drawing.



Inside my purple eyes lies two words.
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Normal isn't a term Olivia Hernandez is familiar with. Her mother is dead to an abnormal disease, leaving her wallowing in scattered memories. Her father is abusive and never sober, leaving her treading through glass shards of beer bottles. There's too many unclear secrets her family has, and so she can only act as if that's "normal". Her eyes are bright, and yet, her skin is littered in scars. Olivia meets Alex James, the son of her mother's best friend. And where do they meet? A graveyard. How oddly compelling. When the two find each other at her mother's grave, Olivia can't help but feel close to him, even with his harsh and yet somewhat caring atmosphere. Not only are his pretty bluebell eyes alarmingly alluring, but the memories he brings back to her are even more appealing. They had a hidden past, tied together by Olivia's deceased mother and toxic father. They had a hazy future, tied together by Alex's bastard of a father and Olivia's childhood nemesis. This was their reality. A reality for a boy with the prettiest bluebell eyes and a girl who would forever be a scarred beauty. ~~~ "You told me that you loved me," I said quietly as we walked across the golden fields, out of the nightmare of a territory. I peered at him to see his eyes half-closed, as if he was fighting and struggling to keep them open. "You told me to trust you." His blue eyes glanced at me for a moment before falling back to the ground. The sun began rising behind us as we continued on our path, shining rays of gold and orange light on us. I sniffled and smiled lightly, but it was without humor. "But I don't know if I can keep this up anymore..." [ DISCLAIMER: This concept was developed during my middle school years. The plot may be seriously underdeveloped, so unless you aren't looking to read a picture-perfect book, you're not where you should be. ]