Give Me Something To Hold On To

Give Me Something To Hold On To

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Artemisia Dimor is constantly reminded that she has it all, from her mother to her therapist, to her lavish private school. But, how can someone so conflicted see all of it? With her father's random drinking and broken parents, she sees only comfort at school with her small group of quirky friends. But what happens when her dad and previously expelled troubled boy named Damarion Evans from Silverdale High get into a fight at a bar? And what happens when she see it all unfold the day she stumbled upon Damarion and calls him a selfish, small dicked, pale dorito in front of all the school? And what happens when the last person she wanted to know about her home life discovers one of her many big family secrets that would afford her family's reputation? And how does she keep quiet when she wants anything but her home life to continue? Of course, for one part, a manipulative mother to keep her daughter's mouth closed. With this information to hold against her, Artemisia doesn't have another choice but to be manipulated by Damarion and his revengeful ass. But, will Evans flip her life upside down or will he finally get her out of the misery of her home? Or will she finally break?
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"Well then. That's the first time a girl has ever rejected my close proximity," he said, eyes ablaze with a playful fire. "You better get used to it," I retorted as I spun on my heel and headed for the school doors that led to the outside. "I've never met anyone like you before," he called after me, this time, not coming after me. "I know, Romeo. I'm a special little snowflake," I called back, not turning around. "You got the 'little' part right there, Princess!" he shouted after me. I threw up my middle finger back to him and heard him laugh as I exited out the doors rather dramatically. ... I'm tired of all those high school stories about a straight-A girl student with the perfect life who falls for the stereotypical Mr. Bad Boy who wears leather black jackets and only has a soft spot for her. That's not how the real world works, sweetheart. I may look like a damsel, but I'm never in distress. ... Not me making fun of the "she's not like every other girl" trope <3 o.o :)) I like to think I'm funny. After all: #3 in amusement 10/22/22 #1 in banter 10/31/22 #3 in friendship 11/7/22

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