Echoing Grace

Echoing Grace

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Some beauty can be derived from looks or personality. Some say she has neither. But one says she has all. *** Davea is not your typical girl trying to get through Junior year without a mess of emotions and tragedies. Plus sized, short, and deemed as ugly. Her classmates think she is something out of a horror novel, but she would prefer that compared to the other names she's heard. She doesn't like to communicate outside of her books, and she even made a pact with herself to never do so. Davea struggles to keep this promise when questionable Kilden stumbles into her life. *** Kilden is quiet, yet well-known. He keeps to himself but tries to expand his borders. He even starts going places in his school where he hadn't bothered to before. He figures during his senior year he should try to pick up a new hobby; like reading. But, he picks up a hobby he wasn't expecting... *** Who knew that the girl who hated herself would be echoing her grace by the end of it all.
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