It All Started With A Concert
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Ongoing, First published Nov 26, 2013
Isabelle Victoria Jackson is your average, everyday teenage girl. She was normal to put it easily.   She has a perfect life and has great friends. She lived life to the fullest with no regrets. Her parents are filthy rich, but don't let the money fool you, shes sassy, but shes not one of those rich, slutty, stuck up type of girl. She doesn't care about the money, even though she loves it. She just wants to have fun.  Did i forget to mention shes a HUGE Directioner? Well she is, Find out what happens when she gets front row seats to a One Direction AND back stage passes to meet the boys. Her life takes a sudden turn. Read on to find out if its for better or worst.
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