False Love (Niall Horan)
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My name is Scarlett MacDuff and I've always been the girl to get picked on when I was younger so I started to stand up for myself. If someone said something about me I would fight them as simple as that. Now everybody in my town in Ireland knows me as the fighter. No one really messes with me anymore because when I walk in the hall I'm always aggravated or mad. Most girls avoid me as much as they can. I only have 3 friends that are girls Allison, Ellie and Delilah. I'm really trying to change myself before I move towns this year I don't want to be known for fighting anymore I just want to be normal.
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