The beginning

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I walk out of my front door and instantly feel the hot Californian air hit my tanned skin. I grab my penny board from the porch and start to skate down the roads of my neighbourhood. I haven't lived here long, maybe 2 or 3 days, so I don't know anyone yet. I hope I meet someone soon as school starts in a week. I'm knocked from my train of thought by feeling an agonising pain in my chest. A boy is on his knees looking at me. All I see is his lips moving but I hear no words. That's all I remembered before everything around me went black...

I know this beginning doesn't say much. But the story gets better. Trust me

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