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Until the new moon rose, I was the most dangerous living thing in our world, but I’ll be damned if her apparition didn’t chill me to the core. She looked substantial and real, just like anyone else who might stroll through the cemetery at night. Only the soft glow enveloping her skin and clothes alike betrayed her true nature.
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summary: after the entire school turns on her and she loses her parents, katie becomes convince that she has nothing left besides for her best friend Logan and basketball, until Logan takes her to meet his extremely attractive brother, Blake who is know for his wild yet mean streak. Katie  falls into Blake's group becoming friends with all his friends, letting them change her entire life aroundÂ
1,2,3 Confession
Why do I love writing?
Because, while another hobbies are measured by something, writing, isn’t like that.
Sport is limited by motion room, which is called field, and expression room, which is called rules, writing, in other ways, doesn’t have a limit.
Shopping is stopped by range called price, writing, cannot be stopped.
Reading is limited by the number of pages, writing, unlimited.
What I feel, what I listening to, what I see, what I smell, what I touch, even just for a while, will be a good things to write. Everywhere, in every situation, everytime, I can write. All I have to do is giving up on my senses to work and never bound its room to move. Let them dance with every beauty they see around me, let they meet every extraordinary things out there and scratch my pen based on what they put on my mind. They are gifts.
Write down what I thank God for every gifts that God ever gave me. Scratch down my amazement to this world. Draw it, with my unreachable dreams which I couldn't get it yet.
Because by writing it down, I’m not only be able to tell everybody, but also, I can express everything that I can't tell you orally. Drop myself into the world that I’ve never been discovered before, let my soul out of my body and fly to the sky, where the world is just a tiny ball in my hand and I own it. Or plummet under the ground and inhale the earth heat where I usually leave my tracks, where I’m nothing and have nothing but myself but the pen on my hand. .
