Dare to Dream, by C.A. Harms (currently in production)
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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
North American (General)Transcript
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prologue. When a girl is young, she dreams of being grown up. She imagines what her life will be like. And in those visions, it all seems so perfect, so magical. No heart ache, no sadness. The perfect husband, the perfect Children, surrounded by nothing but laughter and smiles. At least I know I dreamed of those things. I dreamed often of living in a big house with a fancy wraparound porch. I would sit there each evening with a tall glass of the sweetest tea and sway on the swing. My husband would hang just for me. My Children's happy chatter would filter through the open window behind me, reminding me of the beauty my husband and I created together. But all those dreams were now lost somewhere in the back of my mind. They were only fantasies I knew I would never obtain. Not when I continued to settle for chasing after a guy who was nothing but heartbreak wrapped in a handsome package. Tucker Billings, His name alone made my heart race. Maybe it was boredom or lack of choices, but when I was younger and dreamed of my future, I believe Tucker would share those dreams with me, but I never really took the time to look at who he truly waas instead of who I wanted him to be. Tucker was a lifelong bachelor who thrived on the attention of any woman willing to offer it, and I was dumb enough to be one of them. I'd known him my entire life because my mother and father were his godparents. Our families were always together, so he was always there, even when I didn't want him to be. When I tried to walk away from him, he would do or say something that made me come running back to his side. He had sweet boys charm and pretty boy good looks, blue eyes and blond shaggy hair. He was almost the surfer boy type. Most girls would dream of hair like hiss. Perfectly flawless. He was tall and had a deep, raspy voice. That was the perfect combination of a good sweet boy with a touch of bad boy, too. But his smile was what got me every single time it could melt the hearts of all women and apparently their panties too well, all panties but mine. Tucker and I had never been together like that. Passionate deep love wasn't what kept me near him, but a loyalty to our friendship. Some girls have a friend they run to whenever they needed to vent or cry. And Tucker was that person for me. He had been for us long as I could remember, and those feelings eventually turned to more for me anyway. But then one day out of the blue, he showed up at my house and said all the right things. And somehow I felt for them hook, line and sinker. He convinced me that he was done sleeping around and was ready to grow up and settle down with me. And I believed him because I wanted to have that happily ever after. I dreamed off us a little girl. I was a fool.