The story of us

The story of us

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We all have a story. Everyone has. We all have something that makes us special. Something... Different. People are created by the things that happen in there lifes. They learn how to love, live and simply to survive. This story is about a girl named Rosalie Johnsen. Rosalie is just a girl like all the others. She's obsessed with her looks, boys, magazines and all the other things teenagers can't get enough of. But there are some things in her life, that make her entire world turn upside down and make her the person she's meant to be. "The story of us" is a story about a teenager who's life is a little different than others. She starts high school with a good start. Everything in her life is perfect. But then she starts going out and she meets new friends. To be more specific: wrong friends. This book illustrates how the life of a teenager can entirely change because of just a few factors.
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  • Love you, Hate you.

She swears she hates him. He's convinced he hates her more. But when secrets, lies, and late-night whispers begin to blur the line between enemies and something they wouldn't even consider, neither of them is ready for what's coming. *** Aliana is loud, impulsive, and dangerously unpredictable. She lies when she's scared, smiles when she's breaking, and keeps everyone away with her endless sarcasm and sharp tongue. She doesn't need anyone. Especially not him. Ali is silent storms and cold stares. The boy with the bad reputation, a past no one talks about, and a temper that makes people flinch. He wants nothing to do with drama, especially when it wears red lipstick and calls him names. They can't stand each other. So why do they keep ending up alone in the same room? Why does every fight feel like foreplay? And why does hating him hurt more than it should? ~~~~~~ He kisses me, again and again, raw and consuming, and then pulls away; I can feel his green eyes piercing my soul. "What you told me last time, say it again," he whimpers breathlessly. "What?" I manage to ask, confused, and reel him in again for another kiss. He pulls back again, his breath hot against my skin. "That you hate me, tell me that you hate me." "I hate you," I tell him almost instantly, the lie burning on my tongue. He kisses me harder and more hungrily, and the words slip out again from my tongue: "I hate you. I hate you. I hate you." His murmurs deepen into groans, and at this exact moment, I ask myself how I'm still standing, still breathing, still present. ~~~~~~

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