A Girl Named Aaralyn

A Girl Named Aaralyn

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Aaralyn had controlled my whole life, and I'm not even sure she knew who I was. Yet I was the only person who knew who she was. I had a perfectly fine life, I had a group of friends, I had a boyfriend, I lived in an average house, and I had loving parents. But the only thing I had ever wanted was to be her friend. I moved to a bigger house two months ago because my dad had gotten a better job. I suddenly became the popular girl. Everyone wanted to be my friend and more than half the boys in my school wanted me, I was living a teenage dream. Or so I thought. My two months of content and total happiness were over when a new girl came to town, and her name was Aaralyn. I desperately tried to convince myself that the shy & introvert brunette was nothing but another kid. But it was the same girl, and I was once again under her spell.
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Trigger warning for the following: -mature content -some strong language -fighting -mentions of abuse Everything was cool. It was fine and normal until, a new family moves I'm next door. The beautiful family seemed normal enough, but something was off. Their son didn't fit into the rest of them. He was mysterious and seemed a little bit standoffish. He seemed rude and like he didn't belong. Meeting him went well, and she catches his eye. Going to school together and their families spending some time together causes them to grow closer. So close that things happen. What happens? Do sparks fly?

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