1. First day

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This is the first book I wrote, so I'll be editing for a while to correct the misspelings and all that icky stuff. 

Thank you so much for reading!

Why me?

His hand found a way to my face, caressing my cheek. I, as so many times, got lost in his brown eyes.

I would always remember this moment.

"I'm really glad you knocked me down the stairs." He said in amusement.

"Ian, you're only happy because you didn't break a bone." I said with a chuckle, still captivated by his eyes.

He leaned dangerously close. His breath softly fanned my face. I was tempted to look at his perfectly shaped lips; but that would give too much away.

"No, not for that." He stated, amusement gone from his tone.

I tilted my head, "Then... why?"

He leaned even closer, just mere inches apart.

Closing the gap would be inappropriate, but that was all I wanted.

And damn, did I really want it.

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Chapter one: First day of school

After the very rude sound of the alarm clock woke me up, I rushed to the bathroom to get ready for my first day of highschool.

I made sure to untangle my dark hair, always mistaken to be black. It matched my eyes, making my image quite dull in my opinion. My eyes roamed over my figure one last time trying to make sure I everything was perfect. My thin nose, rosy lips and thin body weren't much to complement my figure, but I loved the cuteness it entailed.  My short stature sure helped too, a whooping five feet with barely any curves.

You know those people who eat a lot and don't gain weight? Well, it's me.

I already had my clothes picked out with a grey t-shirt, a new pair of jeans and black Covers shoes.

Before we start on my highschool endeavor, my name is Samantha Rivera. I live with my mom, dad, and older brother. We moved from Puerto Rico, an Island in the Caribbean, to North Carolina when I was 5.  In other words, I'm Latina. I'm currently 14, but will turn 15 on September 23.

When I first moved here I met two girls that were from Puerto Rico and my age too, we were instantly best friends, and still are to this day.

They are:

Keithlin. She has dark brown wavy hair, brown eyes, thin nose, thin lips, and a curved body to die for; she's the tallest of the three of us, reaching 5'8.

Then there's Sara. She has wavy auburn hair that when the sun hits just right, changes hues. Sara has full pink lips, pale skin (vampire vibes), roundish nose, and has soft brown eyes that are surrounded by green specks. In general she is a combination of many colors. Oh, and she has bracers.

They are the best friends anyone could hope for.

"Smells good!" I rushed downstairs to the kitchen's entrance.

"Buenos Días Sami!"(Good morning Sami!)" she said to me.

Mom always talks Spanish, never got her English quite right.  I'm just glad she understands it.

"Morning mom!"

"¡¿Preparada para tu primer día de clases en la superior?! (Ready for your first day in high school?!)."

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