PHEBE
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"Wake up you fool" I heard my step mom shout from her room.
I jolted immediately from my one itched matress, its literally a mat.I rushed out of the store which I use as my room. It had old metals Hub and other stuffs and definetely my belongings.
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Blurb:Meet Phebe,a fifteen year old cutie who baffles through her hell life at home and the egoistic hottie Patrick at school.They don't start off well but things manoeuvre the other way round.
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