Description
I don't feel the cool waves run through my fingers when I touch them. I don't feel the hot sun blazing against my skin when I run. Maybe that's because I write instead of experience... Taylor Reginald is the oddball of the group. That one friend in the group that no one really likes, but you keep them around for laughs. That's who she is. She loves to collect cute stuffed dolls and eat Popsicle on a warm and hot Sunday. She also loves to write. Taylor could spend hours cuddled up underneath her covers writing another simple book. That is, if she can even get through the second page. Taylor has never finished a book in her life. She strives to do so, but when her procrastination gets in the way she finds no possible inspiration. Her father ships her away to Detroit for Christmas break to bunk with her grandmother Karen. Taylor has no idea how to keep up with the agonizing pain of a grandmother or the kids on the block smiling at her clothes. Not to mention the cutest boy only living a block away that absolutely hates her guts, but she feels a story itching up her spine.
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