The Girl Guide

The Girl Guide

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Have you ever pushed a door that clearly says pull? Have you ever felt like the whole world is against you and everything is just out to get you? Have you ever spent hours in the shower contemplating life? Have you ever watched 'Angus, thongs and perfect snogging' and 'Mean Girls' over and over and over and over... Have you ever just wanted to escape everything and be alone? Have you ever tripped over and fallen on your ass infront of everyone, including the person you like? Have you ever felt so depressed on valentine's day because you have that feeling you'll be alone forever and just eaten your weight in chocolate? If so, welcome to my world. I'm Raina Anderson, and I'll be sharing with you how I survive all my teenage drama. This is The Girl Guide.
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Some people arrive quietly. No fireworks. No background music. Just a look. A name. A violet shirt in a white room. You don't realize it's the start. Not until you're too far in. I didn't fall for him the way stories say you should. There was no moment of knowing. Just a slow ache that built between library tables and half-finished coffee cups. The kind of love that feels like a question no one teaches you how to ask. We were never official. Never obvious. We were playlists. Eye contact. A sentence that almost sounded like confession-until it didn't. And somewhere in that space between almost and never, I became someone I didn't recognize. Someone quieter. Smaller. And then... someone who walked away. This is not a story about the guy I ended up with. This is about the one I couldn't have. The one who arrived too late. The one who taught me that not all love stories need a happy ending- Some just need a girl who finally chooses herself. And this time, I did.

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