Mackenzie Rider

Mackenzie Rider

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WpMetadataNoticeUltima pubblicazione sab, ago 12, 2017
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This is a story about a girl in her teens. She is shy and anxious, but clever in a way nobody understands. Her name is Mackenzie Rider and she's 16 years old. Her parents died when she was 6 and she hasn't looked back since. Their is something about her that only a little boy understands, but in a way he seems to be quite clever as well. In this story your going too get to know them a little bit more and hopefully even understand them.
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HIGHEST RANK #27 IN HUMOR Life is full of lessons that we need to remember, for Mackenzie (also known as Mace or that girl with snacks ) life seems like a boring routine. Her love life is as alive as a corpse With her best friend happily in love with his sweet girlfriend, her nonexistent bad boy is more like an obnoxious jerk rather than a rebel and the golden boy has friend zoned her to many times (82 and counting.) Throw in stupid revenge plots, a love triangle that makes no sense, beneficial food fights and midnight Kmart rampages, you are left which a couple theories to question if you really know what life is about. But first, you have to make a mistake...it all started with a cupcake --- "Did you really take 16 cupcakes from the shop yesterday? " "Maybe.." I look to see them staring at me in disbelief "Do you really need 16 cupcakes?" Their eyes flicker between the box of cupcakes and me who has half of one stuffed in my mouth. Hastily I swallow "Okay, to be fair she was going to throw all 24 beautiful delicious cupcakes in the bin. It's a waste and a criminal offence to chuck out something so tasty. So I just happened to volunteer to take them home... without anyone knowing..." I lick some of the buttercreams that had fallen onto my hand. "I believe that's called stealing," a voice says from behind me. WARNING lots of cheesy jokes, embarrassing moments and food

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