Love Isn't Always Easy

Love Isn't Always Easy

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8th grade can be tough enough without having to transfer to a new school. 13 year old Crystal knew this. However she took this as not a burden but an opportunity to change, be cooler and not be a loser this year. In her old school she was known as the loser who wasn't a loser. So she called herself. She broke up with her boyfriend on the day before school thinking it would help. Little did she know her life would DEFINITELY change. What she didn't know was how it would change... Can she handle it or will the changes be too much? This story is a mix of romance, suspense, and moments you just want to yell or cry, I, admin, would know. This story is based on real events I myself had to go through. Real names are not used but events are
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