Author's e-books - romance. Page - 26
Time stood still.
The CCPS officers drew closer, stunners raised to our chest, scanners calculating every microscope movement we made. I glanced over at Espen, a lump in my throat.
He looked over at me, smiled and threw the first shot.
Behind the shrieks of bullets and people, I could hear it, very distant in the background, but still there.
Time had resumed its ticking sonata just as ours begun to end.
This is a diary about a young teenage girl full of insecurities&teenage dilemmas. Every night she's been over thinking how life would be like at her new school, since she's moved town. will it turn out how she planned it to be? or will it go downhill...as she fears?
(note:this is an unfinished book, I will be writing more when i can)
Welcome to Shapes life. Not only is her name complicated, but her teenage life is as well. Despite always getting herself into trouble or making situations worse than they already are, Shapes is a pretty good person. She loves her friends and she usually tries to do the right thing, well most of the time ;)But even so, not even Shapes can control the outcome of her complicated life.
Ha. You'd think that hundreds of years into the future would be the place to be, right? Flying cars, robots feeding you gourmet dinners, mind control, etc. No, there are no flying cars and mind control. More like robots. Just goddamn robots. They're the people born without any emotions, and for most of my life so far, I thought I was one of them. Until James Rodney came into the picture and muddled my perfect robotic world up, and named me an "Outcast".
Outcasts are perceived as dangerous. We're the baddest of the bad, greatest of the great, evilest of the evil. That's why they plant correctional institutes all over the world to make us better--to make us what they think is normal again--to turn us back into robots. I've been warned not to stay around James. A voice in the back of my head reminds me all the time. But who can attempt to stay away from someone that broken? I'm letting him ruin my life, and I guess I'm okay with that.
Time stood still.
The CCPS officers drew closer, stunners raised to our chest, scanners calculating every microscope movement we made. I glanced over at Espen, a lump in my throat.
He looked over at me, smiled and threw the first shot.
Behind the shrieks of bullets and people, I could hear it, very distant in the background, but still there.
Time had resumed its ticking sonata just as ours begun to end.
This is a diary about a young teenage girl full of insecurities&teenage dilemmas. Every night she's been over thinking how life would be like at her new school, since she's moved town. will it turn out how she planned it to be? or will it go downhill...as she fears?
(note:this is an unfinished book, I will be writing more when i can)
Welcome to Shapes life. Not only is her name complicated, but her teenage life is as well. Despite always getting herself into trouble or making situations worse than they already are, Shapes is a pretty good person. She loves her friends and she usually tries to do the right thing, well most of the time ;)But even so, not even Shapes can control the outcome of her complicated life.
Ha. You'd think that hundreds of years into the future would be the place to be, right? Flying cars, robots feeding you gourmet dinners, mind control, etc. No, there are no flying cars and mind control. More like robots. Just goddamn robots. They're the people born without any emotions, and for most of my life so far, I thought I was one of them. Until James Rodney came into the picture and muddled my perfect robotic world up, and named me an "Outcast".
Outcasts are perceived as dangerous. We're the baddest of the bad, greatest of the great, evilest of the evil. That's why they plant correctional institutes all over the world to make us better--to make us what they think is normal again--to turn us back into robots. I've been warned not to stay around James. A voice in the back of my head reminds me all the time. But who can attempt to stay away from someone that broken? I'm letting him ruin my life, and I guess I'm okay with that.