Fate & Chance
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Last published Sun, Jul 27, 2014
Four seemingly normal Australian teenage boys are having the time of their lives as they take the world by storm in a whirlwind of stadium tours, flashing cameras, screaming fangirls, and painted on torn up skinny jeans with band tees. How is a management team to keep four rowdy boys on track and out of trouble when surrounded by complete mayhem both day and night? They hire a handler of course. Someone to be with the guys as they travel and handle their crazy busy schedules and their crazy selves as well.
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Strange: strānj/ - unusual or surprising in a way that is unsettling or hard to understand.
Weird: wi(ə)rd/ - very strange; bizarre.
Freak: frēk/ - a person or animal on exhibition as an example of a strange deviation from nature; monster.
Chancellorre Beauchamp was very familiar with those three terms as she had heard them directed to her in a variety of ways nearly her entire life. Whether it was doctors discussing her brain or her 'abilities', her mother using them in her frustration with her, or last but most certainly not least was as an insult coming from her peers. Being odd isn't necessarily a bad thing and Chance is finally going to realize that.
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