Lost Girl
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Have you ever been a 17 year old billionaire with a 4 year old responsibility. Have you ever watched your parents die. Have you ever felt your entire life fall to pieces, and change completely. Because I've done all of these things. My name is Courtney Lane and I am a 17 year old orphan billionair with a sister who's 4 and a semi-normal life. I used to be different. I lived like exeryone else...I was a little spoiled, I was popular and I loved it. Then everything changed when my house was shot up by a gang and I watched my parents get shot. After that I found out I was left billions of dollars so I took my sister and moved far away from the little town in Nevada all the way to Southern Florida where we lived, healing...until now.
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Dear Nobody, My name is Luna Rose Wesley and I'm just like any other girl my age. I have some secrets, I'm afraid of the future, I have some complicated relationships and some amazing friends, and I'm just trying to do anything that I can to survive. But as the days pass, it seems like surviving in my world is becoming more difficult with every minute. You see, without any money, my family is forced to live in in an apartment building that's smack dab in the center of our rundown part of the city. And my mother is just a work of art. She is now addicted to drugs, and she isn't trying very hard at all to try to get us out of our inner-city situation. Living in constant fear, not only of what's outside my window at night, but also of my violent dealing brother living in the room across the hall, I have to find a way to cope without putting a bullet in my skull like so many of my fallen brethren. And my coping mechanism is to write letters to nobody- to you- and sending it to an address that doesn't exist. I need somebody to talk to without that somebody thinking that I'm looking for pity, so I've found you. Nobody. Thanks for listening. Sincerely, Luna Rose (Rated Mature for the mentioning of sex, drug use, violence, and profane language. Does not contain actual sex scenes.)

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