"Victoria!" My mother shouted at me from the kitchen. She was calling for help with her cooking. She wasn't very good at it, and it tasted awful, but she kept giving it her all, and I really kind of admired that.
It was an easy Sunday morning so after the most important meal of the day I decided to go for a walk. It'd been two weeks since we'd moved here and not a lot had happened thus far. Olivia and I started hanging out a lot, though her friend Elizabeth is a bit more my speed. And there hadn't been more sightings of the town renowned ms. Lovato after the arrest. So all was quiet in the little town called Boston.
WRITERS NOTE: this is where I stopped writing this story about 6 years ago, if anyone wants, I could revive it further, but the rest of this story will be written separately.
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Tragically Beautiful
Teen FictionThe story of a lone transfer student, who, in desperate need of friends ends up way over her head with shit she is not prepared to deal with. Shit that will rip the very fabric of her own reality and make her question her own humanity as well as san...
