The new girl in town (1)

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© 2014 by Crazy_Dominika. All rights reserved.

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© 2014 by Crazy_Dominika. All rights reserved.











Picture to the side is Barbara Palvin! She's Gracie Evans.

Crazy_Dominika, Over and Out.

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'Hi, I'm Gracie Evans, I'm 16 and I moved here from a tiny city in England.'

This is what I would say when I would get to my new school, I would actually go, that is.
If you haven't already guessed, I am a nerdy teenage girl who moves schools often, because of my parents job.

My mom is a fashion designer.

My dad is an architect.

And my life is so pity fully boring that you could watch paint peel with more fascination than my life. Groaning as I got out of my brand new bed, I tiptoed to my closet. Sure, today is my first day in my new school, I need to give out a 'good' vibe.

A cream knitted jumper and some dark wash skinny jeans as my outfit, I brushed my hair in a relaxed messy bun. Not bothering to put some make up on my face.

Grabbing a cereal bar and a carton of orange juice in my hands, I walked out and waited for my chauffeur to get me.
Money was never a problem in my prim-and-proper families lifestyle.

"Good morning miss Evans" My new driver looked at me in the rear view mirror.

"Call me Gracie."

"Yes miss Gracie."

"Just Gracie please..." I groaned at the idea of being called 'miss Gracie' for my life.

"We are here... Gracie."

"It's amazing!"

It really was.

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