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Alana & Evan

Alana & Evan

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Romance
Moving to a new school in your last year is tough. It's even worse when you get shoved into your locker within the first five minutes of you being there. Trust me, I would know. That happened to me, about a year ago actually. I should introduce myself. I'm Alana, 16, a transfer student, and a new acquaintance of locker 31F (rather, my squashed face is). I'm here to tell you about how I met a boy, a boy called Evan. This isn't a story about some girl meeting a boy, leading into a happily ever after. There aren't easy ways to happily ever afters in life, so there isn't gonna be in this story either. No, this is a story about how one artsy girl, met a rebellious boy, and tried to bust someone out of jail. Yep, you read that write. What are you waiting for? Open the book, start reading! See you on the other side :)
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Why was there a boy in my room? There was a boy in my room! "Shoo, shoo." I whacked him with the umbrella as he backed up next to the window. All I did was make a wish. Just a few words I called a sentence and a few sentences I called a paragraph. How was I supposed to know that it would turn out like this. What even was this? I was him. He was me. We were...we? "How can I be you!" I shouted in panic. This wasn't making sense. He? Me? We're...us? "Because I'm you." He answered calmly and my mouth dropped open. Wait, what? "How can you be me and I, you?" I bellowed, confused. This was way too much for the little brain cells I had left. "You're a boy!" "Okay, now that's just being sexist." He stated, leaning against my book case with a grin on his face. What the hell was going on!? ************************** Lenna Adams was living no easy life. Her once perfect family was now in ruins. She loved her dad, but now she felt nothing but hatred and disappointment towards him. She adored her mom, but now all she felt was pity towards her. She once appreciated her life too, but let's face it...everything was a mess in Lenna's life. He claimed he could help her. He claimed that he could make her enjoy life again. And the only way to do it, was to become her.

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