When No One's Watching

When No One's Watching

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"I'm- I'm me. I don't have to fake a smile, or pretend to be something I'm not. I can be content, surrounded by nothing but books and my solitude. I can enjoy the things that my family frowns upon, like rock music and pictures of girls and tattoos. It's like, when no one is around I'm alive. I'm free. I'm... me." This is a book of all the little excerpts and things that most likely won't ever make it into books, but (people) think should be shared. Everything here is mine EXCEPT THE COVER I HAVE NO IDEA WHO MADE THAT (there's my in text citation). Please read and enjoy and if you have any questions, comments, or CONSTRUCTIVE criticism, feel free to let me know! Thank you!!
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My Girl

Cal Jackson's new life as a rockstar fails to account for one thing: the existence of the girl he loves. ***** "What are you thinking about?" she asks. "A song," I say. "A new song." I stare at the ocean as I sing the song that I wrote, something that comes from the darkest place of my heart. "Do you even know how gifted you are?" she whispers. "You're destined to be someone big, Cal." "Really?" "Yeah." ***** She's perfect in every way. Beautiful. Smart. Her bright future is right there in front of her eyes. While here I am. Ruined. No college, let alone a future. Just an image of a wannabe rockstar with tattoed arms and an old guitar. I knew that our story would be no less than that tragic Romeo and Juliet shit the moment I laid my eyes on her, but still, I can't resist her. The moment she whispers my name, "Cal," I lose all sanity. She becomes my melody, my lyrics, the song that keeps echoing in my ears. People call her Mia. I call her my Amy, her name crafted above my beating heart, tattoed on my skin. Amelia Davis is my girl. Mine. And only mine. ***** THE JACKSONS BOOK #1 © 2021 Anya Jayvyn. All Rights Reserved. (Content warning: This book has descriptive sexual content and explicit language)

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