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Arranged Marriage to My Mate
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Arranged Marriage to My Mate |
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This is part of the introduction to the book
Chapter 1(Taylor’s POV)
A warm breeze blew as Taylor Daniels shuffled out of school. She was
extremely exhausted. The week had been tough. Lately, all her life
involved was school, homework, and the final touches on her college
applications. Taylor had spent the last few days cooped up in her
room working on essays for various colleges. She had applied to a
little over 12 schools, and the extensive work behind them was really
draining her energy. Taylor sighed as she walked over to her beat up
1997 Dodge. She fumbled with the keys before finding the right one.
“Dammit” she muttered when the keys slipped from her fingers. As
she bent down to pick them up, she saw two dainty hot pink stilettos
next to her. Great, my day just couldn’t get any better, she thought as
she bent back up from retrieving her keys.
“Hi Taylor,” the girl smirked beside her. Kristy Swanson, most popular
girl in Riverton High, otherwise known as the evilest bitch alive.
“Um, hi Kristy,” muttered Taylor as she tried avoiding any eye contact
with the she-beast. Taylor felt Kristy scan her outfit as she let out a
little smirk. She had been wearing her favorite NYC hoodie with
matching sweats and some Adidas sandals with socks. Her hair was
tied up in a messy bun and her makeup consisted of just a little
eyeliner. A blush started creeping up on pale cheeks. Totally mortified,
Taylor mumbled a quick “I gotta go” and got in her car. She watched in
her rearview mirror as Kristy smirked once again, and turned on her
heel, strutting off in the direction of the other football players and
cheerleaders. Taylor exhaled a deep breath. 'Phew, she didn’t do
anything this time; count yourself lucky,' she thought. Kristy always
picked on the meek, and Taylor was the shyest girl in the school. No
wonder she was such an easy target. She wasn’t a loner, she did
have friends, but they weren’t really close. No matter how hard her
attempts were at being social or fun, it never seemed to work.
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