Title: FALLING BY DESIGN
Genre: YA Contemporary
Word Count: 65,000
Brooklynn Summers hates mismatched patterns, cheap polyester, and Grayson Banks. No boy has ever publicly humiliated Brooklynn like Grayson has. When he suddenly moved away in eighth grade, Brooklynn happily wished him good riddance. Little did she know what first day of senior year would bring.
Grayson Banks is back and he is as gorgeous as Zac Efron (not that she would admit that to anyone). With his piercing blue eyes and a smile that melts icebergs, he is not exactly the boy Brooklynn remembers. Brooklyn quickly realizes that Grayson’s intentions have completely shifted, but she’s not sure if she can put their past behind her. Instead she focuses on her immediate passion: creating clothing that will brighten the world around her. But while Brooklynn dreams of becoming a fashion designer, her parents and near-perfect sister are relentlessly pushing her in the opposite direction. The only person who seems to understand? Grayson.
But when Grayson offers her a partnership she can’t resist, Brooklynn must decide if she’s willing to forgive Grayson for his merciless actions in the past or take a chance on making her dreams come true.
Complete at 65,000 FALLING BY DESIGN is a Young Adult contemporary romance about childhood enemies, big dreams, and taking chances. It is comparable to LOLA AND THE BOY NEXT DOOR and PRIDE AND PREJUDICE.
“You are the worst person in the history of persons and I hate you!” Those were the words uttered by an eight year old me on the day I met Grayson Banks. Our relationship, or as I like to call it ‘a torturous coexistence on this planet’, began with a bang on the first day of third grade. For some unexplainable reason, every first day of school since then has brought the memory of his little grinning face.
As I get out of my car the morning of my first day of senior year, my mind briefly drifts to that fateful day. I still remember the banged up knee I favored for days after, and the manic laughter of an eight year old as he glared down at me. He never changed, torturing me until the day in the beginning of eighth grade when his family moved away. Seventeen-years-old and I still hold onto memories of the boy who made my life miserable for years.
Not exactly the topic that should be running through my mind right now.
Senior year. I can’t believe it’s my senior year. Even the air, which is hot and heavy in Arizona’s typical fashion, seems fresher. I glance around the parking lot, smiling a little to myself as I watch my fellow classmates step out of their vehicles. Our school is what one would call ‘a perfect example of a melting pot that is America'.