Story cover for Portfolios  by AlexSilverstreak
Portfolios
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  • WpView
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    Parts 5
  • WpHistory
    Time 16m
Ongoing, First published Oct 10, 2017
Mature
The best art comes from the heart ...
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 I'm Ace Baye , an alumni of Brookesville High , and I'm the receiver of my sisters journal entries . I know the secrets that lie in the cursed school , and the people that are drawn to it . Meet your narrator .

  Fiona Heralds . The new girl at Brookesville High School for the Arts , and she is ready to rise up . The only person standing in her way is little Leisel Baye , my sister , she's also the resident Photographer . The job Fiona believes she's born to have 

  Leisel Baye . An average girl , small , nerdy and quiet . She is also the star pupil in BHSA , known for her innovative photos . What happens when new kid , Fiona comes into her life , and she finds out , just how special Fiona is . 

  When these two girls collide , and 
 they both learn dark truths , how will it end ? Only I know that .

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  In this mystery/thriller book , two girls from different worlds collide , and the result is more then interesting . 

  
 Authors notes : I own the characters , not the cover . This story may contain graphic details , and some mild swearing . This is my first official story , and I'm proud of it . I will be more then happy to receive suggestions on how to improve this story , but please do not be aggressive ... Thanks !

Secrxt_luv made the fabulous cover ! Thanks !
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