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Escence may seem like a normal teenage girl but she's not. After her parents died two years previous, she kind of shut down. She lives in her own house, which her grandparents pay for and rides to school on a motorcycle that she earned. Like any other teenager, she has to go to school. And she tries to work hard but the jocks like to distract her. Don't let her sweet look fool you! She keeps quiet to avoid hurting those around her. But what is she keeping in and why? Will anyone be able to make her speak her secrets?
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