White Summer

White Summer

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Lana, short for Eliana always seemed to be laughing about something, whether it was something actually comical or not. She was constantly trying to make memories like on television. Usually they were with white people depicting the amazing house parties that got wild with parents that allowed them to be out till four in the morning. Yet she was sixteen and still did not have her license and it wasn't because she could not drive, the state did not allow it. She was born and raised in the ghetto part of New Jersey, with the exception of the two year move to Florida, but she came back with the taste for more experiences left on her. Even though the experiences were very traumatic and left her depressed she'd still give anything to go back and have fun. Weirdly enough Orlando, Florida was more "badass" then her small suburban town. All she craved was to have more of those "white experiences" and one night meeting a Caucasian girl would lead her to that.
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