Days had past. The sneers, the jokes, the looks. She’d dealt with this for quite a while, there was only so much someone could take. She knew she was strong, and she knew that she could last just that little bit longer. If only she knew who was there for her to turn to. Flaws, she was discriminated because of her flaws.
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perfect flaws.
ChickLit{completed.} In which four misguided teens struggle to find steady ground of which to be themselves. Told through letters, phone-calls, text messages, facebook inboxes and some narrative. © 2013 imogen timby.
