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Prologue

On the outside, Mandy Smith was your average girl next door. She was average height, 5’5”, had your average glossy, shoulder length, light brown hair, had average blue eyes, and did the average thing after high school—went to college at Florida State University in Tallahassee, Florida. She had and average family. Her mom and step-dad. Her stepfather had adopted her when she was 1 year old, right after marrying her mother. He hadn’t seen her real father since she was 2 months old, when her parents had divorced. That was okay with Mandy though. Mike had always been like a real father to her.

Because she was so normal and average on the outside, no one expected Mandy to be anything special. The problem is, she was an extraordinary person. She was funny and outgoing. She was extremely smart, and was at the top of her class. She was very popular, but she wasn’t snotty or snobby, she was nice to everyone. Mandy was also one of the sweetest people you could meet. Whenever you needed a shoulder to cry on, or someone to talk to, Mandy was always there, no matter the time place, anything.

This is the reason, when BJ Carter met her when she was in the Florida Keys; she instantly became best friends with Mandy. This is also the reason why, when Nick Carter met Mandy, he fell in love with her. No matter about her name reminding her of his ex-girlfriend. No matter how much she was like his other girlfriends in appearance, or names, he knew that this girl was different. That, unlike other girls, she cared, that she loved life. That nothing could keep her from loving life, not family problems, not friend problems, not boy problems. This girl was special. The unfortunate thing was, some people took her for granted. They didn’t care. Those who hurt her, the ones who didn’t mean to, didn’t realize her sensitivity because of the front she put up to shield herself from the hurt.

Some of the people who hurt Mandy were the ones that loved her more than anything. As the years went by, she always remembered the one person who had hurt her more than anything ever could hurt her, the person who loved her, and that she loved. The thing she did remember was the good times, though. There were good times. Those good times she always cherished.