Just One Kiss

Just One Kiss

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Taylor was always that shy, kinda nerdy, girl with the braces and glasses in the back of the class. But that's just an image she was a shy and beautiful girl. She was bullied by the daily and to top that off was abused by her father. She sat alone at lunch, in Elementary school always played alone. This year, that was all going to change now a grade older then a freshman. After meeting some people, She herself had changed This was the perfect chance. Though she got more then wanted, what she wanted was a fresh start. Yet she gets even more then this.
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The world expected her to be perfect. She was the eldest, the responsible one, the overachiever who always had the answers. But beneath the polished grades and the forced smiles was a girl who barely held herself together. A girl with too many expectations crushing her chest, with anger simmering just beneath the surface, with a loneliness that no one ever noticed. Her mother barely acknowledged her existence. Her father, from miles away, drowned her in concern she didn't know how to handle. And in between, she was left to figure everything out on her own. At school, she was untouchable-the top student, the girl who never failed, the one who always had her hand raised first. People admired her, envied her, but none of them really knew her. Not the way she knew them. She had a habit of reading people, of dissecting their words, their actions, their lies. It was easier that way-keeping them at arm's length, never letting anyone too close. And then there was him. The boy who was just as smart, just as untouchable. The one who walked the halls like he owned them, like the world bent to his control. Cold, calculating, always five steps ahead. The boy who hated losing. And so did she. That was the problem. Because when you put fire and ice together, someone was bound to get burned. And she refused to be the one left in ashes.

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