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Seventeen-year-old, Bridget Roseith, was left with some sort of weird-looking old-ish diary from her now-deceased beloved grandmother, Karen Lewis-Jefferson. She opens the book, scans the book, reads the book and guess what happened? She is transported from the present to the past, through that same old weird-looking book. Wow... IKR!!! Follow Bridget back in time when Karen was alive with her wonderful friends, Ciara, Gabriella and Janet. Cliche, I know, yeah. But pay attention to some details here, starring Harry Potter's time travelling skills and Percy Jackson's amazing black-outs... BOOM! We are back in the past!
However, as Bridget looks through the different point of views of the four friends, she learns that no matter what happens in life, only some friends stay with you through and though. After all, "many individuals walks in and out of your life, only true friends leave footprints in your heart."
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