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Heroine
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Romance
She was his... He supplied hers. John Barrett, 22, is one fifth of the band False Alarm. He's reckless, immature and -- due to his latest stunt -- officially suspended from his 'in-the-lime-light-life' for a month. Added on to being sent to live with his Aunt Kim for the next month, John must accompany her at her job at the South Valley Rehabilitation Center to complete an assigned amount of hours of community service. SVRC is mostly filled with people who are coming off of prescription pills and working to get their limbs moving again after accidents. And then there's her.
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No matter how absurd this story may seem, please remember that it is TRUE. It happened in real life. The fatal accident, not made up; the girl who had to ingratiate others to fit in, not made up; the rich, narcissistic girl who demanded compliment every day, not made up; the hostile girl who suffered through unimaginable pain, not made up. It looks fake, yes, but coincidence did bring these girls together, and Ella Cass, the author, is one of them. Which one of the girls? I'll leave you to guess. A note from Ella Cass: 'If I haven't had that instant where I narrowly avoided death, I would've got buried in the dark until everyone who has ever had any memory of me die off and it would be as if I've never existed. So, this accident, in some way, inspired me to write my experiences down, on the sole purpose of letting my memory live after my death that may occur tomorrow or decades down the road.'

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