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Here's some things you should know about me; A) My names Liberty (yup, like the Statue of Liberty in the USA, god forbid why my parents chose that name) B) I'm 17 years old C) I live in Cornwall, surfing Central D) I can't surf. Now where do I begin? Oh yeah, perhaps the part where I'm doing an Exchange Trip with a French school. And then maybe the bit where I fall endlessly and romantically into an oblivion of bliss with my exchange-ee and we live together and have kids the end. Right, at which part did you start to not believe me? Well, I guess I did fall in love with him but things get complicated, life isn't a fairy tale and things almost never go your way. So buckle your seats and seat tight my dear reader 'coz we're going on a long journey.

Liana Fernandez, an 11 year old Spanish girl, decides to run away from home with her boyfriend, a 14 year old boy called Paul. They find their new house in a little forest not far from Liana's first home, and by "accident" later end up having a baby girl Liana would die for - but is biologically incapable of caring for.

Love is something you can't explain. It is something you just feel without knowing when, where, why and how it started duh! It just happen. This story is about a person which is not Princess but she is treated like one. There's a very pretty lady named Samantha and she is treated as a Princess by someone she loves the most. This story is a teen fiction💕

All Rights Reserved© All a girl ever wants is the perfect guy with the perfect smile, perfect laugh, perfect manners, and perfect caring soul. Well, I certainly did not get that. My name is Sierra. I've a talent for ruining the best moments in life and a knack for getting myself the worst deals in love. See, I have been gifted by the oh so generous being above with a cocky player who could barely go two seconds without making a sexual inuendo. A guy who had probably lost his virginity at the ripe age of 13 and had his first kiss as soon as he popped out of the womb. The asshole I just described does, in fact, have a name. It's Daniel. Danny, who is the bane of my existance. The reason I hate to wake up in the mornings. The one person I'd love to castrate more than anyone else. Ah yes, Daniel. The real issues I have with him may seem superficial - his twin sister is my best friend, he makes fun of my name and calls me a sodacan; to top it all off, he's annoyingly handsome. This is what I stay up thinking about all night if you were wondering. But yes, there are the deeper troubles as well. All the secrets my new friends don't know about me were hidden behind a very tough, emotional indescructable wall (well, at least that's how I liked to think of it). I didn't just come all the way from Britain on a scholarship because I knew it would be all rainbows and unicorn shit. No, I did it because I have some bridges to burn back home and lovers to forget in the past, just as they have already forgotten me. But what happens when some of these new so called 'friends' started to catch on to my lies?