When you took a glimpse of Autumn Buntler’s life.
It was a crystalline shaped gorgeous, perfection.
But in every picture perfect family, there was many imperfections.
Her father, a nicotine addict, and a player, an influential business man, and a well known man throughout the town.
Her mother, a perfectionist, model like, cold, and a perfect structured Goddess.
And her twin siblings, her brother and sister; Storm, was a smart, beautifully gorgeous, perfect smile winning, artist.
Her brother Hunter, an athletic, perfect toned body, had all the girls, and the popularity.
Finally, Autumn. She was musically gifted. Only. Nothing else. She was a klutz, didn’t know math, or science. She excelled in English, and never saw a single boy glance in her direction.
She wasn’t like her family. She, was an outcast. Socially awkward ? No. Just never an “in crowd” girl, even though she wasn’t a loser, her friends even made her uncomfortable.
Only one. Her one friend, Summer Marie Shallen, was her best friend.
Summer was distanced from Autumn, she was in Las Vegas, Nevada. Autumn lived in New Hampshire.
Autumn begged her parents for a visit to Summer.
And her parents, although against it, knew her shy awkward figure. They figured no one would give her a second glance, if they looked in her direction in the first place.
Her friend, Summer, was a complete opposite living form of Autumn.
Summer, loved crank, drugs, alcohol, boys, lust, and love.