Flower Crowns and Lost Ideals

Flower Crowns and Lost Ideals

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Flower Crowns, beautiful flowers messed up in the strands of hair. Ruining the perfect hair becoming all messy and dirty. The perfect ideal on how flowers are so beautiful, however some of them are dangerous to our hands scarring the soft skin. This story shows two sides of a person, Zinnia a 14 year old still growing and she does not know the meaning of trust. Everyone has a good and a bad side yet she trusts people too easy. Will she finally find trust? Or will her trust of others be completely broken.
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Follow my Instagram for any updates and if you have any questions: @nikki_k123 Alex has been living the same life, with the same routine, repeating it every day. Every day is the same. The one thing she does look forward to is going to cafe de l'amour every morning on her way to school, where she sits and writes, all while seeing Carter Reed. The most popular boy at school who, surprisingly, prefers the solitary life. They go to the same cafe every day, sit at the same tables every day, and notice each other every day, yet are strangers who have never uttered a word to one another. And strangers they shall remain. Perfect strangers. But that's about to change. . . . . . I watched as he kept his eyes trained on the notebook in front of him where he aimlessly drew spirals and coils that surrounded each other, trapped each other, and suffocated each other. My eyes traced the movement of his pen, following each line he drew onto the paper. "Your tea." I snapped out of my trance and looked up, thanking Katy before she went back to the counter. I turned back and caught him looking at me. I expected him to look away and continue acting like I don't exist. Like he's always done and so have I. What I didn't expect was for him to walk right over and sit with me. "Hi, I'm Carter." PSA: This story is inspired by the Wattpad novel 'Caffeine' by @meddlingkids ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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