My mother had always taught me to follow my dreams, to chase them with every ounce of energy inside me. But maybe I had always been chasing her dreams, in hopes she could finally accomplish them. Whatever the case may be I wasn't prepared for him. I think my dreams backtracked and became less of a goal and more of a person. A glowing yellow star in the shape of Ashton Grey, teen heartthrob, golden boy of Hollywood. What could possibly go wrong?
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