The Same?.. I think not!

The Same?.. I think not!

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WpMetadataReadContenu pour adultesEn cours d'écriture18 m
WpMetadataNoticeDernière publication mar., sept. 16, 2014
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Most people think of me as the average rich snobbish person in high school. They all think that I own a Porsche that I drive to school, that I own the latest IPhone and parents that give me everything I want. That's kinda not the case, I mean i still get everything i want and I do drive a Porsche but i don't rub it in. I'm different! I hide these stuff. I have an issue with showing off. I just like to keep my things personal and not let the whole world see it all. I am pissed off with my parents for not being there and yeah my parents don't even care. The hell I don't even know if they know they own a child sometimes. They act like I don't exist. They never call when they're on a business trip. They are never there for me. They just send my butler money to buy me what I need. They travel around the world and I'm alone at home with my butler. This is the life of a rich high schooler that wants to be known as just and average high schooler with a loving family.... BTW.. I don't care about the mistakes I make and my grammar! :-) Enjoy :-) -Sharon ❤️
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*Completed* "I just want to know why." I say as I turn over, trying to find his figure through the dark of my room. "Why what?" He asks. "Why you're being so nice to me." I say quietly, vulnerability seeping into my words. "How we even became friends." He sighs, "I want to know how." I scrunch my brow. "How what?" His response is soft, the opposite of his sarcastic personality. "How you don't see it." ******* Reagan Holt was about as average as a high school student could be. She didn't play any sports, didn't participate in the popular activities, and wasn't the girl all the boys chased after. All except one boy. He wrote her a letter every week. Each letter described something new for him to love about her. Whether it was how beautiful her laugh was or how his heart swelled with every smile she gave, he never failed to write how he felt. So the two should be together, right? That's the way Reagan wants it, but there's just one problem. He signs his letters "Love, Anonymous." Now add an obnoxious, conceited, sex god into the equation and you get a teenage girl confused on who really loves her. The sweet, tender written anonymous lover, or the cocky, ignorant asshole? -REVIEWS- "You create such wonderful characters and I can't wait to see what happens next!" VampireSa5m41993 "Thank you for wonderful dogs and little brothers and eccentrically hormonal best friends!" -Nat-Attack "I am totally hooked on this book!" nbazinet "I love the way the story flows and that you have really roundabout characters. It's as if they're real while I'm reading!" life_is_beautiful115 "Your work is literally art." lemonsun123 "Every time I read this book it just makes me smile." Nicooole97 Cover by: -winterr

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