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Distorted Disposition
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Ongoing, First published Nov 14, 2018
An orphan, that's what I am. Nobody even cared enough to give me a name. I got myself out of the orphanage, and right into another hell-hole. The Barnard family; Fredrick Barnard a rich, drunk businessman; Catherine Barnard the whiny, spoiled gold-digger who honestly belongs on an episode of The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills; and worst of all Penelope Barnard the bratty, attention seeking, spiteful 'sister'. 
What will she do?
Is Penelope really as bad as she seems ?
Will somebody finally care?
God knows what will happen on this wild journey.
After all she's got distorted disposition...



This is my first book ever so please don't set your standards to high. Haha
Also don't expect frequent updates as i'm doing my GCSE's this year.
Year 11 sucks :(
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