PROLOGUE

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Alexia on the side or top or whatever it is for you guys. If that's not how you imagined her, well then I'm not stopping you to imagine her your own way.

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"ALEXIA!!!!!!!! GET OVER HERE!" said my mother. UGHHH!!!!!!!!! Oh wait, Alexia, that's me, I lived in Boston but that's way before I moved here, to California. But before that, INTRODUCTIONS!!!! I am the average , out-going teenage girl. I have brown hair and blueish grey eyes. My parents -- well mom now-- kept saying how I had eyes like my sister. But I don't know this sister. My mom never talked about her unless it was about those fabulous eyes of mine. *hint the sarcasm* Back to the topic, Alexia. I went to Preston Heights before I moved and now here I am, in wonderful Prestige High. I never wanted this life. I lost all my friends, every single one of them and none of them bothered to contact me. I wish this move didn't have to happen. I wish I didn't have to be alone. I wish I can redo this and get my old life back. But wishing will do nothing to get my old life back. That's why I decided to bring it back. The reason why I moved? I haven't got a clue but my parents were divorced when I was 3 leaving me with my mom and my "sister" with my dad. All I know was that me moving was all about that one single act of hatred. PURE HATRED. Well now that you know about me, I have to tell you the story behind all this. The story that has never been told (except now) will now be part of my once perfect life. Well on with the show ---- I mean story.

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