Tuesday, October 29, 2013

13 Posts Of Halloween (2013 Edition) #10 Short Story Part.5

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Hidden In The Darkness
(A short story by S. Emory(Nobody))
Part 5


        The next time I wake up I'm covered in sweat and back in bed with no recollection of how I got there. My flat is still shrouded in darkness, every time I look out the window I see blood raining down from the sky and so I leave the black clothe hanging where I found it the first morning.
I feel rejuvenated, truly awake for the first time since I woke up covered in blood and for the first time I consider the fact that I must be going crazy and somehow the thought comforts me.
Standing up carefully I approach the windows once more, feeling as if a pane of glass fogs over my memory of the last few days trying to convince me that it was nothing but a crazed stupor, as if none of it is real and maybe if I could find a way to come back to reality it will all just fade away. But to do that I have to prove to myself that the sky is not bleeding. My hand reaches forward tentatively and I see that it's shaking. Forcing a deep breath into my lungs I slowly pull the clothe away from the window. My eyes close tightly without a conscious thought and I sit there for what feels like a long time trying to find the courage to open them again and face my fears...
A knock on the door makes me jump, letting the clothe fall back into place before my eyes open. I try to steady myself once more before crossing the room to the door, I flip the light switch praying that the lights will actually come on, and almost yelping from surprise and happiness when they do. 
Standing on tip-toes I look through the peep hole a small grin spreading across my face even though I try to stop it. Zeke stands in the hall, the dim light casting his face in shadow as he stands there fidgeting like he's nervous or concerned and I realize that I haven't so much as left my flat in at least a week, most of which I can't remember and glancing quickly at my cell sitting on the table next to my bed I see the blinking red light of missed calls.
“Just a minute!” I call out as I lower myself back down and rush to the bathroom to make sure I don't look like I'm crazy, because even if it makes everything make sense and even if in a way I hope it's true, I don't want anyone else to know it.
Glancing in the mirror a look of shock crosses the face staring back at me, identical to the way I feel. I look probably the most put together I've ever looked even when wearing old pajama pants and an old Rolling Stones shirt. I know my reflection, disheveled but almost put together with my mousy brown hair in a messy ponytail, just enough makeup that it barely counts and guaranteed a small streak of paint either in my hair or on my face, slightly pale for spending too much time inside but healthy none the less. But the person staring back at me looks more like my sister, tan skin, the same mossy brown hair but tamed into silky shining curls, and dark eye makeup to highlight the bright blue eyes that we shared, while we are twins we haven't looked identical since she discovered makeup and I discovered that I would rather spend time inside alone with my art. So though I recognize the face, parts of it as my own I know it's not really me, and that's when the blood starts dripping down the walls and I start screaming.

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Part 2 Here!
Part 3 Here!
Part 4 Here

13 Posts Of Halloween (2013 Edition) #9 Short Story Part.4

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Hidden In The Darkness
(A short story by S. Emory (Nobody))
Part 4

    Its been three nights since the dream, three nights since I woke up drenched in sweat and covered in blood, I haven't slept, haunted as I am from waking nightmares. The night of the incident was the one year anniversary of her disappearance, the next day detective Richardson called to tell me they had found more of the mysterious hand prints, and two more bodies but no sign of her, and then in a way that tried to hide the truth he told me they were giving up, her case had officially gone cold and he was being reassigned. Adding even more reason for me not to sleep, more fuel to my waking nightmares.
I stand still staring at the blank canvas I've been trying to paint, I've lost track of time, no longer sure of how long I have been standing here, I feel nothing. No emotion and nothing physical as if I'm not real, as if I've ceased to exist. I've been standing in the same spot for hours but I don't feel tired or stiff, hungry or exhausted and it's taken me all these hours to figure out that I feel nothing and I know something has to be wrong but I can't bring myself to care.
"Am I depressed?"
"What does being depressed feel like?"
I don't know but this feels like something else, like something I can't control, something that's happening to me not something I'm doing to myself. 
   I try to force my hand to move, to pick up the paintbrush that has been sitting on the edge of the easel waiting for me to paint since I can't remember........that's when I realize that I can't remember what I did last, why I came over here to paint and just how long I've been standing here, without moving, thinking the same things over and over again.
As soon as my hand twitches it's like a spell has broken and I'm suddenly aware of myself again, my knees threaten to buckle beneath me proving to me that I've been standing here much longer than I thought. I feel weak and my whole body starts shaking uncontrollably. I struggle to pull air into my lungs, the rational part of me trying to convince myself that I'm having a panic attack, nothing more, while a bigger part of me knows that nothing has been so simple since she disappeared and as the thought enters my mind the memory of that day takes over....

We walk down the street the sun setting gently behind our backs, our arms linked together as we giggle over something her boyfriend said, every time I relive it I've forgotten another part the joke was the first to go. As if the simple process of remembering drives it farther and farther away. Zeke, her boyfriend, trails along behind us arms full of our bags but grinning all the same. It was normal, a day like a thousand before it, my favorite days were always ones like this, where my whole world consists of her, my twin sister, my favorite person in the world. I've always had problems making friends, fitting in, since our dad died and our mom abandoned ship, and when I was with her it was the only time I felt like I meant anything to anyone. She used to joke that I was born a tortured artist and that's why I'm a natural loner and the only time I didn't feel like that was true was when we were together. I remember that day perfectly, though the small details fade away a little more each time and I'm terrified to lose the whole thing no matter how painful it is to remember. 
    I remember the smell of roses as we passed the corner flower shop and the look on her face when Zeke stole a single rose and tucked it behind her ear, the sounds of the day winding to a close as the store owners one by one turned their signs to closed and how darkness surrounded us all at once, complete and absolute, but that was later.
We had almost reached the apartment when it started raining, and we started running with our coats held above our heads, laughing and yelling at Zeke to protect our purchases with his life. And slowly I noticed a change, the air felt thicker and I saw shadows moving in from all sides, then nothing but darkness, everywhere, And then her screams........

I woke up a week later in the hospital, the detective said they found me and Zeke unconscious lying in the street, and no sign of her, no sign of what had happened to us. Nothing but a set of bloodied hand prints imprinted into the wall of the alley and the nightmares that haunt me.

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Monday, October 28, 2013

13 Posts Of Halloween (2013 Edition) #8 - Horrifying Experiences

Guys something really scary just happened, on top of almost being assaulted by a spider (meaning it snuck up on me and got way to close for comfort) I also almost killed my laptop! Here's what happened-
  I was just innocently sitting on the couch working on my short story and then out of the corner of my eye I see IT, a spider! Now it wasn't really that big and scary and I'm not really like deathly afraid of spiders but they definitely creep me out and we share a mutual dislike for each other and okay I might be slightly terrified of them, so acting on pure adrenaline (Read:Fear) I kinda sorta tossed my laptop out of my lap and onto the floor and then jumped out barely managing not to trip on it and got away from the couch. Looking back at the couch I saw the little sucker moving, crawling all over my favorite notebook and moving back towards me! So, I pick up my moms show and pelt that sucker!....but.....it doesn't work! IT's still alive! and on the floor getting closer and closer to me! I can't even scream because I don't want to wake my mom up, and my brothers aren't home and so as it tries to escape or possibly come after me it's ultimate goal being my immediate demise, I crouch down slightly out of it's line of sight the shoe clutched in my hand like a sword, my grip iron strong, with the shoe raised slightly over my head and then brought it down on top of the bastard, repeatedly, even when it tried to get away until it stopped moving....and then a few more times just to be sure! Success! Spider - 0 Humanity - 1
  Of course that's when my cats decide to make an appearance and proceed to spend 20 minutes sniffing the couch that is now spider less.
  In the end humanity won and the spider lost, also my laptop appears to be fine and angry texts about how this is all my brothers faults have been sent. So now I bid you good day.........................................................................................................................................................................................I said good day!

Song Of The Moment - Headstrong by Trapt

P.S. Luckily I was able to turn the story into one of my 13 posts of Halloween, this totally counts, right?

13 Posts Of Halloween (2013 Edition) #7 Costumes Tips

  1. Blood- fake blood is always good. You're going as a princess? Great! Fake blood! You could be a zombie princess!
  2. Remember you can take any old generic costume and turn it into a zombie, you could have a Zombie princess or a zombie alien, a slutty zombie nurse, a zombie vampire?
  3. It is never funny when a guy dresses up like a girl(unless you're in to that kind of thing, I don't judge.)
  4. I know a lot of girls and women seem to think the less clothes the better and that's your prerogative but please please stop taking little kids cartoons and Disney princesses and what not and turning them slutty it's gross and disturbing. 
  5. And lastly don't forget the fake blood.
  6. Also t-shirts that say things like Generic Halloween costume totally do count!
Also dibs on Zombie Hobbits for next year!

Favorite Songs Of Right Now - October 2013 Edition



I'm really into the new A Day To Remember album but it's not on Spotify yet!

Tuesday, October 22, 2013

My Allegiant Playlist

First of all - Happy Allegiant Day! (If you have no idea what I'm talking about today is the day the last book in the Divergent series by Veronica Roth comes out!)
  To celebrate I've made a playlist for it, I made this while re-reading Insurgent and before actually starting Allegiant and it's more for the whole series than like a playlist inspired by Allegiant because I haven't actually started it yet. So yeah it's inspired by Insurgent, mostly, but made mainly to listen to while reading Allegiant, and yes I realize it would have been better to post this yesterday or early this morning.
  The playlist is inspired by the overall feelings from the first two books, it's allot of hard rock and just rock in general because  it's the kind of music I feel goes best with the overall feelings in the books.
   


*The first song (Ten Thousand Fists) it's basically about a rock concert but I think it kinda fits with  Dauntless and it kinda seems like it could be about a battle or a war, you know? 

Saturday, October 19, 2013

Epic Fail! (Halloween:Update)

Okay, I had already come to terms with the fact that we couldn't decorate for Halloween this year because we would be moving in the middle of the month but now it's gone too far! We're moving, like renting the truck and everything, on HALLOWEEN, What? What? Not only do I not get to decorate but now I have to spend Halloween moving!? What about my Scary Movie-Thon? Yeah, so there's that which sucks but I'm excited about moving anyways.

Update -

  • I'm about half way through the 13 posts of Halloween and most of the rest are going to be the rest of my short story but I would love some feed back about it, like do you think it sucks? Do you like the way I'm posting it in instalments? Does it suck?
    • So, I'm going to try real hard to finish the story (I'm kinda writing it as I post it which probably isn't the best way to do it) and all 13 posts but I'm moving and everything so I'm not positive that I will have enough time.
  • I still want to do a Halloween Giveaway but I don't know if I can because no one has commented yet. So, if you want a Halloween themed giveaway comment on this post about anything, what you'd like the prizes to be, or what you think of my short story thing or how much it sucks to be moving on Halloween or anything really and if I get enough or any comments I will do a giveaway!
Song Of The Moment - I Surrender by A Day To Remember

Wednesday, October 16, 2013

13 Posts Of Halloween (2013 Edition) #6 Short Story Part.3

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Hidden In The Darkness
(A short story by S. Emory(Nobody))
Part 3

   I wake in a cold sweat sure that it had to have been a dream, a realistic and terrifying dream, but a dream non the less. I concentrate on slowing my beating heart, taking a deep breath the scents from last night, from the dream, invade my lungs once more sending shivering fingers of ice down my back. I pull my blanket back up, gripping it, my hands twisted into the fabric in a death grip as my chest contracts finding it almost impossible to pull air into my lungs once again.
Forcing my eyes open once more the room is shrouded in darkness, far darker than normal, the sun not able to break through the cracks around the window blocked as they are by dark thick fabric that I have no memory of owning let alone hanging around the windows. One whole wall of my studio flat is windows, and I've gotten used to waking up from the sun shining down relentlessly through them but not so much as a slim beam of light can make it through the cloth. I reach for the light switch flipping it frantically before accepting the fact that the power is out. Jolts of fear run through my blood like a living being.
   As my eyes adjust to the darkness I realize the wooden floors look slick like a glass of water was knocked off the table but glancing over the water glass is setting next to my cell phone and the book I'm currently half way through, right where it's supposed to be. I get the sudden urge to run but am afraid of what I'll find, on the floors and outside these walls.
   Moving carefully, the smells of the ally still invading my nostrils making me feel lightheaded once more, I slowly inch out of bed setting first one barefoot and then the other on the sticky wet floor, my stomach plummeting as I begin to realize what it is the coats the floor. Feeling sick I carefully study the rest of the small room, standing completely still barely daring to breath, feeling like I'm about to barf and/or faint at any moment. My gaze lands on the wall opposite me, the wall that should be blank and painted white and is no longer white but a deep dark shimmering red.
   I stumble backwards the back off my knees crashing into the bed and forcing me to sit back down on it. My hand lands in more sticky wetness and forcing myself to look down even though it's the last thing I want to do I see what I neglected to notice when I was cowering in bed. Blood...blood everywhere....on the floor....the walls....the bed....and now all over me, I'm drenched in blood and I'm not the one that's hurt.

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Friday, October 11, 2013

13 Posts Of Halloween (2013 Edition) #5 Short Story Part.2

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Hidden In The Darkness
(A short story by S. Emory(Nobody))
Part 2

The wind howls, the wolf cries, and all around me darkness swoops in extinguishing the light. The blood grows thicker before disappearing leaving no sign of it behind.
I feel as if I can't breathe, the oxygen being pulled, sucked, from my lungs and just when I feel like I'm going to pass out the feeling goes away.
As I take a deep breath pulling oxygen back into my lungs, the darkness slowly recedes illuminating the shadows of the looming figures that now surround me. Sounds of hissing and growling, heavy breathing, animalistic. And the smells of urine and puke from the previously deserted alley mixed with the wet animal and blood and rot smells coming off the shadow creatures, combining in a way that makes me feel lightheaded.
The fear descends all at once, not when I first see them and not when everything about them, the smell, the sounds, the taste like a film of goo think and sickly covering my tongue, starts surrounding and enveloping me like a thick fog. But rather when a shining beam of light abruptly falls down breaking through the shadows.

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Wednesday, October 9, 2013

13 Posts Of Halloween (2013 Edition) #4 Short Story Part.1

Hidden In The Darkness
(A short story by S. Emory(Nobody))
Part 1

        The last thing I remember is falling asleep the way it happens when you're completely exhausted, all at once the second your head hits the pillow, except it was the middle of the day and it was more like fainting than falling asleep, one minute I was fine and the next I couldn't see straight. One minute I was painting, I can't remember what, and the next I was stumbling over to my bed and then darkness and I was asleep before I could remember laying down.
And now I was walking down a dark alley, that stretches out behind and in front of me both ways for as far as I can see, everything dark not even a glimmer of light in either direction, just complete and total darkness, everywhere I look. Glancing up even the sky is oddly dimmed, the stars hiding behind a think dark fog that descends down on me. With no memory of sleeping or waking. A part of me registers the danger, deep down, but I feel oddly calm, even though I know this is real, not a dream, even as blood starts dripping down from the sky and the fog and shadows begin to consume me.

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Monday, October 7, 2013

13 Posts Of Halloween (2013 Edition) #3 Horror Books

   I don't know about you but I always feel like reading creepy or scary books in October, it's just the perfect time. Unfournatly it's not always easy to find a book that actually scares you, especially when you mainly read YA books. Some books will creep me out and make me think I hear someone sneaking around the house or something, but I've never really read a book that gave me nightmares or that kept me up all night afraid to sleep. I know what you're thinking, why not read an adult horror book? My mom won't let me, I think it stems from the fact that I used to keep her up all night when I was little and my dad let me watch the Halloween movies with him or the time we watched Salems Lot and I had a dream about a vampire killing her and then attacking my from my doorway and I refused to go down the hall by myself for months, but that was like a year ago! (More like seven years ago, actually.) But movies are a different story, and I like to be scared by them, either way I prefer to stick with YA and my hunt to find the scariest of them all! (by the way, any recommendations through the comments would be greatly appreciated.)
  Now to talk about some of the books that have freaked me out, what I think makes a book scary and what and which are not actually scary. Ghosts, demons, devils, vampires, werewolves, zombies, evil robot that take over the world, in real life these things would be scary but just because you put them in a book does not mean the book is going to be scary. I've read tons of zombie and ghost hunting, demon summoning, books and while most are good they don't scare me(Though, n all fairness most aren't supposed to be scary.). I mean most zombie books are apocalyptic books that aren't necessarily designed to be scary, and while they're good books just because they have zombies doesn't mean they're scary zombies, is it frightening to imagine a world filled with flesh eating zombies? Yes, but is it scary to read about it? Not necessarily. I find the best horror books are ones where you don't really know anything, you don't know what's going on at any moment, is it a disease? A ghost? A serial killer? A demented kids toy? Now maybe not that far fetched but the whole book is disturbingly creepy and you have no idea what's going on. But besides that when reading you have to be able to sense the characters fear, you have to feel like what's going on is real and really frightening. It's not so much about what it is that is killing people, of haunting them or whatever, as the overall feeling you get from it, if I don't feel like the characters are afraid of whatever it is how am I supposed to be afraid of it? You have to be convinced that this is horrifyingly, that the characters don't know if they'll survive, where the reader doesn't know if anything will be resolved, if you don't know whether these characters will survive, or if they'll all die and you'll never know what it was that killed them, you have to build in the horror and suspense, you don't have the music ready to swell to tell the readers when things are going down, you have to put that all into the book, make me believe the characters are literally shaking in their boots for me to be shaking in mine.
   Now in no way am I like a professional writer or anything and I don't think I could personally ever write a convincing horror book but in my opinion it's probably one of the hardest things to write, especially in YA.
  Moving on to some of my favorite "horror" books, one that are at the least very well written and at least a little bit creepy in my opinion.
  • Unbreakable by Kami Garcia - Review
  • The Waking Dark by Robin Wasserman- Review
  • Morpheus Road by D.J. Machale - Killer ghost, the mystery of a missing best friend, this is one of my absolute favorite books and it's definitely a little creepy.
  • Dream House Kings by Robert Liparulo - Haunted house type thing plus time travel and other things, this books have it all.
  • Another Little Piece by Kate Karyus Quinn - This is one of the books that you pretty much have no idea what's going on throughout the whole book plus it's nice and creepy.
  • The Grimm Diaries Prequels by Cameron Jace (not all of these are creepy some are really dark and awesomely creepy)
  • Anna Dressed In Blood by Kendare Blake - ghost hunter and a ghost dressed in blood.
  • Arclight by Josin L. McQuien
Song Of The Moment - Nightmare by Set It Off

Next I'm going to post my attempt at a scary short story in small installments. =)

Thursday, October 3, 2013

13 Posts Of Halloween (2013 edition) #1 Recomendations

Scary books, scary movies and decorations!

Books! (I don't promise that these books are actually scary but they are at least creepy in a good way) -

  • Unbreakable by Kami Garcia
  • The Waking Dark by Robin Wasserman
  • Morpheus Road by D.J. Machale
  • Dream House Kings by Robert Liparulo 
  • Another Little Piece by Kate Karyus Quinn 
  • The Grimm Diaries Prequels by Cameron Jace (not all of these are creepy some are really dark and awesomely creepy)
  • Anna Dressed In Blood by Kendare Blake (not the creepiest book but definitely Halloweeny)
  • Arclight by Josin L. McQuien

Movies!-

  • Salems Lot
  • Halloween
  • Scream
  • Friday The 13th
  • Donnie Darko
  • Halloween Town
  • Hotel Translvina 
  • Paranormal Activity

Decorations!- For a hopefully scarier Halloween -

  • Lots of skulls
  • A nice creepy bowl for candy that has a hand that will grab you when you reach for the candy
  • Absolutely no sparkly vampires!
  • Garlic to ward off the real monsters and holy water loaded into water guns, just to be safe.
  • Creepy baby dolls
  • Lots of fake blood and realistic looking body parts
One thing my brother did one year is, if you have a window that faces the front of your house to where you can see the kids coming to get candy, you hide a walkie-talkie in the bowl of candy with the sign that say take one and then you hide inside by the window with the other walkie-talkie and scare the kids when they try to take more than one piece of candy, that's not evil, right?

Song Of The Moment - Colors Of The Fall by Venejer

P.S. All three of these things will probably get their own separate posts especially books and some of the same ones will be mentioned.

Tuesday, October 1, 2013

Review: Fangirl by Rainbow Rowell

  Have you ever read a book where when you finish it all you can think is that no book will ever compare to this one? Will ever make you feel like this one? That every book like this one from now on will always be second best in your heart? Those are my feelings after reading Fangirl, this is my first book by Rainbow Rowell and it is literally my favorite contemporary book that I have ever read. Now I don't usually rate things seriously but I would totally without a second thought give this book infinite stars.

About -A coming-of-age tale of fan fiction, family and first love. 

Cath is a Simon Snow fan.

Okay, the whole world is a Simon Snow fan . . .

But for Cath, being a fan is her life — and she’s really good at it. She and her twin sister, Wren, ensconced themselves in the Simon Snow series when they were just kids; it’s what got them through their mother leaving.

Reading. Rereading. Hanging out in Simon Snow forums, writing Simon Snow fan fiction, dressing up like the characters for every movie premiere.

Cath’s sister has mostly grown away from fandom, but Cath can’t let go. She doesn’t want to.

Now that they’re going to college, Wren has told Cath she doesn’t want to be roommates. Cath is on her own, completely outside of her comfort zone. She’s got a surly roommate with a charming, always-around boyfriend, a fiction-writing professor who thinks fan fiction is the end of the civilized world, a handsome classmate who only wants to talk about words . . . And she can’t stop worrying about her dad, who’s loving and fragile and has never really been alone.

For Cath, the question is: Can she do this?
  -description copied from Goodreads

Review-

   No words, I have no words to explain just how good this book is and just how much I loved it and all the feelings it gave me. I think the best thing about this book is that it was basically written about its readers, fangirls(or boys), I really connected with the main character more than any other character ever, I think, because she really is allot like me and I think allot of people would feel the same way.
  It's heart warming and beautiful and there honestly wasn't one thing I didn't love about this book. The characters, the relationships, all the feels, the plot, the fan fiction, everything is just exceptional.
  Interspersed between the regular chapters are pages of Simon Snow, the series of books the main character(Cath) is obsessed with and then the fan fiction that Cath writes and it's one of the best and coolest things about the book. It helps you to connect even more with the character, and it's just really cool.
  Obviously the Simion Snow thing is a big part of this book and of who Cath is and I loved it so much, not just the parts where part of the fanfiction or the Simion Snow books come in but the way these books really helped define who Cath is and I just really connected with that and I love the way the author showed and expressed what Cath felt for these books and these characters, how they made her feel safe and in a way is a part of who she is.

Characters -

 All the characters are very dynamic and devolved so well that you actually feel like they're real and you can completely imagine that everything is real and that this is what happens in real life. I loved Cath, I loved how relatable* she is and how she grows throughout the book but never changes who she is for anyone. I admit I kinda hated Wren at first, partly because I have two older siblings and we're really close and when they started working and everything I kinda felt like they were moving on and leaving me behind, and that is a big part of what makes this book so good, it's so real and relatable and oh my god I can not put it into words just what this book is but its just awesome. I did enjoy the relationship between them, it was one of the best parts, and seeing both of them grow and eventually find there way back to each other, and at the end I did like Wren almost as much as some of the other characters.
  Then there's Levi, I loved Levi, he's definitely one of the best characters in the book and I was totally rooting for him since the like first sentence he's mentioned in. I loved Reagan and their dad and all the small characters, I do wish there had been a little more about their mom, but seriously I have no real complaints about this book.
  I loved that in a way this book was two stories with two sets of characters with Simon Snow and all the fanfiction and everything. of course I thought the parts that were supposed to be Cath's fanfiction was way better than what was supposed to be the real book and I loved those versions of Simon and Baz.
  I think the greatest thing about this book is how real it is, I don't think anyone who has ever loved/obsessed over any book before could not feel all warm and nostalgic inside from reading this. Obviously this does have a whole love story part to it and that's all really awesome too and I love all the relationships and Levi and everything but the thing I loved most was the relationship between Cath and these Simon Snow books.
  Even if you don't really read much contemporary if you love or fangirl/obsess over any book every you will more than likely fall in love with this story, so go on, buy it, read it, love it, you know you want to.

*sorry about using the word relatable so many times. =)

Song Of The Moment- Somewhere In Neverland (acoustic version) by All Time Low