Over the Edge
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" Hey Livia, I was wondering if you'd like to work on our project at my place tomorrow" Jackson asked me. I was brain dead for a good minute. Did he just asking me to work on a project at his place?!
Girl it's really not a big deal hones-
INNER ME WHAT DO YOU MEAN IT'S NOT A BIG DEAL
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Life likes to throw random things at you at random times. Well it happens that life seemed to hate me more than others and gave me a more hellish type of life.
I'm was sure that I was gonna be an absolute loner since the beginning of 9th grade, everything spiraled down by losing the people I loved. I Livia Anderson, an outcast junior of North Keystone High School who experiences joy, pain, and every human emotion on this rollercoaster like life.
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Enemies to lovers (possibly?) Addison has one rule: avoid the main characters. She's perfectly fine being the background extra in her own high school story - hoodie up, chocolate milk in hand, garlic bread as emotional support. No drama. No clichés. Definitely no "mysterious transfer student with tragic eyes" sitting next to her. But then Hikaru Nakamura shows up. And Avery - perfect hair, perfect laugh - joins the same class. And Jackson, the school's resident chaos magnet, suddenly notices her after one clumsy accident in the hallway. Now Addison's worst nightmare is happening: She's being dragged into a love triangle she never auditioned for. Armed only with sarcasm, self-awareness, and a strong refusal to participate in this rom-com nonsense... Addison might just have to survive being the unwilling heroine of a story she never wanted. All she's ever wanted is to be invisible.
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