This is my book: The Keep To The Past (Chap 1. Dream Boy)

A warm aroma slipped over Elizabeth Taylor's body. Maybe it was her heart that was making everything so heated. Maybe it was the boy that was in her dreams-his hot breath against her face. But, to Elizabeth's disappointment, it was the sun beaming through the clouds onto her face. It was morning yet again. Worst than that it was Afternoon.

"Fudge!" Elizabeth screamed at herself. Another un-excused absence. And looking at her alarm clock which showed halfway through 3rd meant another tardy. And another tardy meant detention. "No, no, no…" She continued to talk to herself. "I have a date today." She was amazed she could even get a date. She didn't like Cody that much, but still, he was hot! She had someone else she liked…

The boy in her dreams, nameless and beautiful, filled her every thought. Every time her eyelids closed a slideshow of dreams appeared to her. A slideshow of him in her dreams. He was blond, light skin, no freckles, flawless…He never spoke. But he spoke through his actions. How he cared about her: the way he cuddled her cold body. The passion for her: the way his lips seemed to taste like candy to her lips. His love for her: the eyes he gave her, platinum blue, when she had to depart because her dream was ending. His notice of her beauty: the way his eyes lit up when she appeared.

She couldn't help but want him. He was the perfect idealistic figurative boy every girl dreamed of. He was quixotic. She could imagine marrying him. He would surely say "I do," in the way he kissed her after "You may kiss the bride," was announced.

And the best part was him being her little secret.

Elizabeth laid in bed for a few more minutes, still going over last night’s dream. He had begun to kiss her more passionately. As though something bad was going to happen. But she didn't care. Inside her dreams she was immune to anything bad. Finally, she was able to get over the shocking, stinging, feeling she got from him.

And then she woke up and became ready to endure the day. To continue with her bad rep. that she hated. She couldn't wait till she was 18 and able to eliminate her past. That is, If he came along in her dreams…If her Dream Boy came along…

The town Elizabeth lived in was like no other. She could leave and come as she wanted. With the exception that she went to school. She lived by herself–no one lived with their parents. But that wasn't what made her town so miraculous. At her town they had an availability to clean your mind away from your 18 years of troubles. They would keep learning stuff and the things you learned from school-and only that. And then as a beautiful, seducing, sensual, human you would go around and do whatever you want.

Elizabeth had heard that they gave you special powers…but she would never know. She had only seen a couple Beauties in her life. The teachers. After their exploring was done they would go back to the surgeons and get extra knowledge put in their head to teach pupils. Elizabeth had already decided she would never be a teacher…She thought any teacher was crazy. Crazy or controlled.

All the other Beauties lived on the other side of the word. There was a wall–bigger than the remnants of the Great Wall of China. And on that side the Beauties spent their days. Becoming active and playing around knowing they would never get old. Barely any of them ever maturing. No one snuck over that wall. Lasers beamed at the top during the nights. And guards watched during day. All Elizabeth had ever seen was the tip if one large tour. And firecrackers going off in the nights sky. And even then it was too late to pay much notice. She hated being trapped on this side of the world. She believed the grass was greener on the other side.

Elizabeth had begun walking out of her house when she hurried back inside, and crouched into a corner behind her bed and below her wooden desk. It was time for the house search. She couldn't believe she had slept in that late. But worse than the House Search was the sky outside.

Cotton fluff balls were moving slowly, drifting along with the wind. The sky was a vibrant aqua blue. The wind was light, and just barely moved your hair. The sun was glazing onto her eyes, but not enough that she had to squint. It was the perfect day, to anyone else but Elizabeth, The reminder that rolled in the clouds made her want to cry more than the flood that ruined New York.

It was a perfect day three years ago when her mom had died. Her mom had come to visit her. She was a Beauty. But she was unlike any other. Not only did she have one partner: her husband, but she also had tool care of her daughter. She normally said hi and stuff and gave her hug but she was no good at advice. But even then Elizabeth loved her.

Her mom had sat on the park bench. She had to walk and she was taking a moment before she went inside. So Elizabeth went inside a