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" O mês de Dezembro foi o mais frio , o mais escuro , mais sombrio . Foi no mês de Dezembro que me senti mais sozinha , abandonada , rejeitada . Tudo aconteceu no mês de Dezembro . Tudo começou e tudo acabou em Dezembro . Porque afinal ... Uma noite fria de Dezembro só fica mais fria se conseguires congelar o teu coração , e meter o coração dos restantes a nevar." Viviane é apenas uma adolescente como todas as outras . Mas recentemente tem ultrapassado situações horríveis que a levam a ações extremas . Será que ela é capaz de sobreviver a Dezembro ?
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In life, we do things we regret, or that we wish we could wipe from our memory forever. At the age of 15, I didn't think I'd regret anything until I was an adult. I considered myself care free. I lived life one day at a time. Well, as much as a 15 year old can. But in life, there are also things that we can't change, that we can't forget. Circumstances change, events occur, and life as we know it is altered forever. For me, it was one night, that set in motion a series of events that I wouldn't be able to forget, even if I tried to. *************************** My life was spectacular, or cool, but I was content, and that's all that mattered. I wasn't overly popular, I wasn't the prettiest girl, and I didn't live in a mansion. I did have a great boyfriend, and amazing friends, and hell, I wasn't doing too bad in school either. But that all changed one night, as I was walking home at night. I witnessed a man murder someone he claimed was a snitch, something to do with a gang deal gone wrong. When I found my parents dead the next day in a serial killers wet dream, my naive self decided the best thing I could do, was run, giving up everything I loved. After 2 years, 3 dead members of the gang and a new school, I was found. When secrets are unraveled and with the FBI somehow involved, nothing is as it ever seemed.

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