The value of water melons
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  • Reads 13
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  • Parts 1
  • Time 59m
Complete, First published Jun 02, 2017
Ella is a regular small town girl who lives under the shadow of her perfect friends.
The new boy Jesse falls into her life, clouded with emotion.
As they collide the two go on adventures, face bullying and discover darker hidden secrets

I wrote this one holiday when I was 14. It is a little naïve and factually inaccurate but I reckon its pretty darn cute. Also for my age Id like to think I talked about some hard topics pretty well.
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