It Started With The Cafeteria Door
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This is Cristine. The average girl who you would expect. She's smart, pretty and simple. She believes in destiny and some kind of "meant for each other". Then this is Gerald. The son of the principal in Ginie McWanes High in Washington. He is some kind of a bad boy, but deep down he just want to have a peaceful life. He's heart is wound.
Do you think they'll Click? Is Fate planning it? Would they like each other? Would they trust each other? Would Cristine have the ability to heal Gerald's wound?
They see each other in school, but never talked to each other. And now it's their senior year, maybe they'll have a chance to talk. Only because of the Cafeteria Door.
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So, this is Aisha Speaking (well writing), please click the 'add story' button and I hope you enjoy my story!!
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