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 Yes, I am a teenage girl No, I don't squeal over One Direction No, I don't wear mini skirts No, I don't curl my hair everyday No, I don't need my phone 24/7 Yes, I am a teenage girl Yes, I prefer Edward Scissorhands over Edward Cullen Yes, I like violent video games Yes, I like action movies Yes, I listen to Rock Yes, I am a teenage girl No, I don't draw hearts all over my homework No, I don't spend 20 minutes trying to make myself resemble a porcelain doll No, I'm not afraid to cry No, I don't party every weekend Yes, I am a teenage girl Yes, I hate reality shows Yes, my hair is short and messy Yes, I'd rather walk in the woods Yes, I a

 Yes, I am a teenage girl No, I don't squeal over One Direction No, I don't wear mini skirts No, I don't curl my hair everyday No, I don't need my phone 24/7 Yes, I am a teenage girl Yes, I prefer Edward Scissorhands over Edward Cullen Yes, I like violent video games Yes, I like action movies Yes, I listen to Rock Yes, I am a teenage girl No, I don't draw hearts all over my homework No, I don't spend 20 minutes trying to make myself resemble a porcelain doll No, I'm not afraid to cry No, I don't party every weekend Yes, I am a teenage girl Yes, I hate reality shows Yes, my hair is short and messy Yes, I'd rather walk in the woods Yes, I a

 I walked forward, the smile plastered on my face. I highly doubted that it would ever come off. I was so happy. Edward was standing in front of me. I don’t think he ever looked happier. Like, ever. My blond hair hung in curls down my back and to my waist. The dress was perfectly white, low cut and covered with the prettiest rhinestones. It was really old fashioned but the way I wanted it and the way I knew Edward would want it. My make up was perfect after Alice had spent about two hours working on it. I didn’t need any make up, but Alice forced me to be Vampire Barbie. We were surrounded by freesias. As always, Alice went overbo

Alec Lightwood had always watched his parabati with more than just awe. For a long time, he had loved to watch Jace’s fighting skills, especially when he wielded his seraph blades. More than that, he had loved to practice with Jace. Through all the taunts, bickering and put downs, when Jace gave a compliment, he really meant it. And that meant something to Alec. But somewhere along the way, the line blurred and Alec no longer just watched Jace’s skills. He loved to watch the way Jace’s golden hair fell in front of his eyes, and his frustrated flick to get it out. He loved to watch the concentration in Jace’s amazing eyes.

"Do you fear death?" The question loomed in the air before my body, as if a sword looming over someone almost conquered by their enemy. But I looked down at my hands and then back up, only to say, "Have you ever felt the pain of watching two lovers embrace at the end of a movie? It's supposed to be a happy ending. But your heart tells your lungs to stop breathing for just a minute…because it will never ever be yours." "Do you fear death?" A question repeated deserves an answer. But instead, my trembling hands sat clenched on my lap, the blue ink like veins showing through the frail covering that might rip apart any second. "Do you kno