You can call me Angelica.
I could be described as a seventeen year old girl who wants to become a trauma surgeon, and hopes to wok with the army someday. I am determined to find adventure, one way or another. I want to attend college on the east coast.
I take comfort in music, all kinds, no exceptions. It moves me.
I'm a dreamer, and my stories are basic compilations of all the things I find myself wishing I could experience.
The Reality of the Looking Glass: A story with 'Alice in Wonderland' influence but definately not in aconventional way. 'Alice,' for lack of better name, cannot remember a single, even menial detail about her past life when she functionally wakes in the camp of a startling handsome and yet incredibly terrifying man whose eyes seems to be able to chill her to her very soul. This man, or 'Kai', as he calls himself for now, claims that he has the key to everything she desires to know, and she can have pivotal pieces of her identity if she'll only comply with his three demands. First, she must marry him, then she must infiltrate King 'Lear's'court and steal the seven-centuries dagger (only the kingdom's most prized possession other than perhaps, the King's breathtakingly stunning daughter, Isla), and finally she must accompany him to the Clover Islands, where she will finally have everything she needs to return home. With a warrant for her head in ninety-eight percent of the countries sent out by king Lear himself, what choice does she have? And unfortunately for 'Alice', 'Kai's' demands are just the tip of the iceburg, it's his 'secret' that's the real 'killer.' Confusion just seems to run rampart in those dar hills and Alice is set directly at the vortex of the country's grandest lies, most dangerous criminals, and the deadliest love the 'rabbit hole' has ever seen. Sound daunting? Oh, and did I mention nothing is EVER as it seems?
Topsy turvy!
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