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Coquettish
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Ongoing, First published Sep 14, 2012
Scarlett Valentine was a somebody. A somebody no one liked. She was never quiet, and always spoke her mind. In middle school, she was the unlucky child that everyone picked on, for what seemed to her to be no reason. This torrment carried on into Highschool, and she decided that she had had enough. Her senior year, things were going to change. Big time. 
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