A Satirical Guide On How To Be Cool

A Satirical Guide On How To Be Cool

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Daisy Faye Miller has never been cool. It could be because her parents named her after a Gatsby character. Or maybe because of the glasses and braces. Or maybe because of that time she farted really loud in second grade and everyone called her "Farty Faye Miller" for the rest of elementary school. Whatever the case, Daisy is desperate for a fresh start after completing her sophomore year in High School. Luckily, she finds a book that claims to have the ability to fix all of her uncoolness. But will it work? Will being somone else really help Daisy be cool? Duh. Of course it will...Right? Find out by reading A Satirical Guide On How To Be Cool
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"You know, it won't physically hurt you to be nice for once." I crossed my arms in front of my chest and groaned. "I don't want to take a chance." the corner of his lips lifted a little as he finished his sentence. "Well, you don't hear me complaining. The view of a someone so desperately working out is not a delight either." I retorted in a weary voice. "I bet it isn't." he narrowed his eyes at me and commented. Ugh.. Why is he so damn annoying? "You know what, just take your arrogant ass out of my room." I scowled at him, pointing towards the door. With small steps, he walked towards me. I took a step backwards when he neared me. He was invading my personal space, making me a bit flustered. The urge to push back his golden-brown hair covering his forehead was increasing with every passing second. "Gladly." he mumbled against my face and then walked past me out of my room. It took me a minute to calm down my racing heartbeat. ... He was a mystery, an enigma I wanted to solve. He was exhausting, he was infuriating, yet staying away from him was not an option. He was making me feel things I haven't felt before. Adam McArdle! Who are you and what are you doing to my poor little heart? ... #1 in GENERAL FICTION (23-05-2019) #1 in CHICKLIT (21-07-2019)

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