Hey… dear readers,
This is my story, and I'd really, really love to share it with you.
My name is Avaline Ellie Frost. Avaline—like something delicate and hard to hold, Ellie—like a whisper, and Frost—like the kind that lingers on windows before the morning sun decides to melt it away. Most people don't say all of it; they call me Ava, or Avi. I don't mind. Both names fit, like two sides of the same mirror.
I'm eighteen now—balanced on the thin line between girlhood and whatever comes next. Senior year feels like standing at the edge of a bridge—everyone's rushing forward, talking about college, futures, destinies. And me? I'm still staring at the water beneath, wondering what happens if I fall...or I fly.
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