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This book will be updated every so often. I have to balance schoolwork and writing, but since I am just getting started with high school, my first priority is school. I'll try to update as much as possible, but I can't make any promises on how frequently this is updated. The first chapter will be out soon though! This is my first real story that I am 100% committed to. I didn't add anything that could reveal too much about my identity.  Also, I'm not a professional so this isn't like J.K. Rowling good or anything.  I hope you enjoy it!! :D

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My name is Lily.

My story is a strange one.  Don't worry, there's no werewolves and vampires.  It's just about me, fourteen-year-old Lily Leigh Abrams who's been dealt the "lucky" card in life.  Trust me, everyone is wrong.  They're all wrong.  They think I'm so perfect because my smile is wide and I look genuinely happy. Other people think I'm lucky because according to them, I'm pretty.  Slim waist, long blonde hair, blue eyes pretty.  Is being pretty really what makes someone lucky these days?  If so, that's just sad.  I could care less about how I look.  My face is just a big screen blocking out my feelings from the world.  Someone looks at you once and they think they know everything about you.

According to Mother, I was "blessed with a gifted mind."  Yes, I'm smart, but I'm not as genius as she wants me to be.  Dad says the same, except he's the more make-you-feel-guilty-you-aren't-what-he-wants-you-to-be type.  They also compare my A's and B's to my brother's valedictorian material grades.  I mean, seriously, it hurts when your parents actually compare you to your sibling.  It makes me upset, but Anthony is always there to make it better.  Honest to goodness, I couldn't have asked for a better brother.  

I don't tell people what's wrong with me because they might think it's "so stupid" or as my mother would say, "You live a happy life that kids in Africa would die to have.  Be.  More.  Grateful."  

I should move on.  Get ready for my story.  Freshman year, here I come.


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