Oh, Lola

Oh, Lola

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Lola Cooper is your typical 17 year old bookworm, she spends her life engrossed in reading or writing. Lola had sunkissed skin, and long chestnut wavy hair that most teenagers would die for, she had a petit waist and reached a hight of 5"4, she was the most beautiful girl in her school, but she was self concious, she hated the way she looked, even though every boy in the school wanted her. When she was 14 years old, a model scout approached her whilst she was out shopping with her parents. She became famous, modelling for brands such as forever 21, hollister and topshop, appearing on the front of magazines such as cosmopolitan, vogue and elle. She seemed to have the perfect life, living in New York with the perfect family, perfect job and perfect grades. All until her life came crashing down. The day before her 15th birthday, her mom, dad and older brother died in a fatal car crash on the way to take lolas mom in for her scan, she was heavily pregnant with twins. She was an orphan, no parents, all her family had died except for her long lost sister Layla who lived in california, Layla was concieved when Mr and Mrs Cooper were very young, and she was taken in by Laylas grandmother, who had died 4 years prior to the death of her parents. Lola had to be rehomed, she was 15 and without any family, all until her sister tracked her down after 2 years living with the old lady who lived on the floor under her penthouse. Bringing us to present time, in a week, Lola will be packing up all her parents furniture and all her belongings and moving into a new mansion in California with her sister, who she will be meeting for the first time. In the two years of being an orphan she had quit modeling and acting, focusing on her school work, what will this move bring the 17 year old, could she find love, friendship and happiness in California or will she keep her walls built up so high that nobody can climb them?
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