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Serendipity

jennifer_delgado

LECTURES 111
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Chapitres 3
Durée 7m

LECTURES 111
Votes 6
Chapitres 3
Durée 7m

jennifer_delgado

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How can you say something that has never been said? 

Say it right ? 

Oh, yeah might as well come out and say," Hey world, I see the dead." 


But the fact is that you have to hide it from your friends and family, that makes everything just a  smidge bit harder...... This is what sixteen year old  Jennifer deals with day to day. she found out that she sees the dead at age six, once a mediator knows she sees the dead then they would be able to thats why she haven't seen any until then. 


Life is hard enough as a teenager with: drama, cheating bastards, two faced liars, parents just being parents.

Jennifer finds guy ghost living in her new room claiming to be your "guardian", and she finds herself sharing a room with a total guy stranger O.o  

Well a cute guy same age living in your room that wants to keep a close eye on you what girl wouldn't want that right ???


This is my first story, this is also copyrighted under all rights reserved. © 2014 by Jennifer_delgado
Cover made by @Jennifer_delgadoTous Droits Réservés

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