Solitude

I... I'm well, a loner.

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Evangeline Rousseau may have pretty fancy name, but that's the only special thing about her. She's pretty damn smart, but is it really worth it to be great at something if you have no one to share it with, if no one even notices it?

Evangeline has two words that describe how she feels about the world: People suck.

She's got a friend count of zero, despises her family, and believes she can't trust anyone. After all, who would after what's happened to them in the past?

Could something, or rather someone, change all of that though? Is it even possible after how far down on the social ladder she's been placed? Maybe, just maybe, Evangeline won't be in a state of solitude anymore.

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If anyone copies this story, I will freaking hunt you down with my awesome stalker skills, go to your house and tell on you to your mom. Then I will beat you with a tree branch I got from the ground (I don't kill trees peeps) and you just don't want to know the rest. Seriously. Don't plagarise, it's not cool, or hot (cuz I'm the only hot thing around). I know it's hard to come up with story ideas, but don't be shallow. I mean, seriously, this idea is not the best and I still put it out. Okay, following is the formal copyright thingamajig.

Sooo.... this is a story that I think some people can really relate too. What do you think? Comments? Questions? This story will be part humor, part deep stuff, and a small part romance. There will not be romance in every chapter, especially not in the first few. Hope you enjoy!