The Products Of Attraction.

The Products Of Attraction.

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We were two parts of a storm. I was the calm before, and he was the destruction left afterwards. Together, we managed to combine forces to create something completely, terrifyingly beautiful. Together, if felt like we conquered the world. When in reality, we only conquered the demons in our minds. Together, we were imperfectly perfect. / / / / Poppy lives a simple life. In her mind, it's perfect. She couldn't think of anything she would want to change. She's Captain of the Dance team and has a smoking-hot new boyfriend. Her grades are at an A average and both of her parents are home by 5 everyday. She would never, in a million years wish for it to change in any way. But it does. River Emory was an enigma. A riddle. A puzzle. A mystery. Something that needed to be figured out. He was quiet, passive and intriguing - to Poppy, at least. She always hated puzzles, but for some reason, she couldn't find it in her to hate him. The only thought that could run through her mind when she saw him was a question. Who was River Emory? And why the hell did he have to stay in the spare bedroom of her house?
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"She's right! She's right! I don't cut in the right spot." My hold tightens on my wrist. The red blood oozes out of my wrist. I slide up and grab my bag and run out of the bathroom. I don't care if people can see the blood I just want to get out. I race for the doors and shove through people. I earn a lot of glares and glances that read "weirdo." I ignore and push. I run to my house and lock myself in my bathroom. I don't bother closing the front door cause I don't care if people come in to kill me. I grab my razor and cut deep cuts into my arm and wrists falling into a pool of my own blood. • • • Evangeline has a great life. Friends? Check! Good grades? Check! Loving family? Check! But what if she has secrets that nobody knows of? What if the only thing she can trust is her secret diary? What if slowly but surly she's dying inside? How can an innocent twelve year old deal with these problems? Will she keep on facing these problem till the day she breaks. Her school burns down forcing her into a different school to meet different people and she has to fit into a different lifestyle as well. Meet Evangeline. Now at 17 years of age in a new high school. Not all girls anymore. No uniform. Meet Drake. Your classic bad-boy. He just moved to Saint Abigail high school. He is assigned partners with the quiet, calm, unnoticed Evangeline. As time progresses he finds that she isn't as happy on the inside as she is on the outside. Can he save her? Or is it too late? • • • Some rude language. Depression and cutting. Don't say I didn't warn you. Okay, I wrote this at the start of this year (may 2016) and I had very poor writing skills. This book hasn't been edited and the whole idea is cliche so I wouldn't recommend you read it but I'm not stopping you, either. Read at your own risk. • • • Copyright © 2017 by -moonlust. All rights reserved.

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