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2 Conflicted Minds
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Ongoing, First published Jun 29, 2017
All of Isaiah's life he has attended special needs school or been home schooled. But this year is different in Greer, South Carolina. Isaiah starts his first real high school experience at Nightwood High School. His goal is just to make it through the school year preferably unnoticeable. In his senior year attending this school he meets someone and without him knowing it, will change his life. Soon enough their lives become entwined. At first he pushes her away and avoids her. But she is determined on being his friend or "more".
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