How It Happened... (ON HOLD)
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Ultima pubblicazione sab, feb 21, 2015
EDIT: 2015 - 05 - 22 **SOOOO Sorry this hasn't been updated in years, my laptop is broken, and no one wants to buy me a new one. My I.T father doesn't want to fix it -_- SO until then this story will be on hold, causer I refuse to use the ratchet app. IT'S RATCHET. Love, peace, and chicken grease**
An ex- prostitute, gang leader, high school jock, and shy anti- social boy.
Nineteen year old Rona is a loser. He has no friends, and all his family is dead. He doesn't mind being lonely, who needs people when you have yourself right? Especially if your scared of people. Wrong! Little did Rona know he meets the most perfect girl ever, and literally falls for her. He even goes so far to stalk her at her job.
She has everything he would ever imagine in a girl, she’s like a cute female him (Subtract all his problems of course)
When Rona gets sent to jail for almost participating in the act of prostitution by a false matchmaking company, he meets the number one gang leader in all of River dale who happens to play the guitar better than slash himself! Along with a high school jock and an ex- prostitute (also his new roommate) they start a band (against Rona’s will) under the influence his dream girl will fall for him. Along the journey he falls in love with music.
Lies, Rock & Roll, Music, Love, Mental illnesses and a whole lot of Beyoncé.
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Each chapter will start with "How It..." I know it sounds cliche, but that's only because it is cliche as fudge. Like c'mon. It should be called "How It is cliche as fudge." Apple cinnamon cheese potatoes banana and rainbow kisses.
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