Dallas, a young aspiring dancer with a broken family. She keeps her cards close to her chest, rarely letting anyone in. the observer.
Brooks, the boy with the world on his shoulders. He has so much to lose and would do anything to protect what's left of his life. the observed.
What happens when their paths cross, setting them on a journey of breaking and rebuilding from the ground up?
What happens when two broken souls collide?

Saving Dallas

“You’re new to town, right?” I’m going through my books and packets of work that I’ve yet to get done, when I hear a voice as sweet as sugar grab my attention. I turn to see a dark-haired girl with a honeylike smile. “I’m Hannah.” 


“Brooks.” I shake her outstretched hand after balancing all of my shit in one of my arms. Returning a courteous smile. I saw her in my math class this morning. She wasn’t really paying attention to the lesson, much more focused on passing notes to some other girls in class. They were sneaky about it too, didn’t even get caught. It’s a dangerous and useful skill to be so sly. 


“You have a free right now yeah?” She interlocked her denim jean jacket clad arm with mine, inadvertently pulling me along with her. “Let’s sit together.” She walked us straight to the frosted glass library doors. 


“You spend your free periods in the library?” I ask her, trying to keep my voice down as we enter, a hushed land of undiscovered adventures. 


Chapter 9: The Library