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Violin Romance (rewriting)

Violin Romance (rewriting)

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Thu, Jun 16, 2016
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Romance
Raven is a young High School girl, who's mother was torn away from her because of reasons that will be revealed in the story. She gets put with her Aunt Daisy (Crazy Daisy as she is known in the story), she's abusive, and doesn't let Raven off the hook, not that easily of course. She meets friends, a possible boyfriend, and her very first enemy on her first day of school. Follow Raven, through her rough journey of hate, passion, tears, abuse, and of course Love. PS If you see another Violin Romance out there, I have two accounts on wattpad, I assure you, both are me, and both belong to me. Same story though. That's it.
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