Breaking rules/jofya

Breaking rules/jofya

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A dois anos eu morava em Hill valey com minha mãe e meu pai. Eu fiz tanta merda a dois anos atrás que nem consigo contar... Meus pais estão se divorciando e eu fiquei sobre a guarda da minha mãe e o meu pai não gostou muito... Minha mãe não quer que eu fique perto dele, então adivinha para onde estamos nos mudando? Se você falou Hill valey você acertou parabéns. Eu amo Hill valey,o problema é que eu não tenho uma fama muito boa na escola e nem na cidade. Eles devem me odiar, sabina,Noah,sina, shiv e Josh...quando eu parti de Hill valey eu não avisei ninguém, na verdade nem eu sabia que eu iria embora, eu simplesmente desaparci... Oque será que vai acontecer? Amor, amizade,brigas, idiotices,merdas feitas por adolescentes inconsequentes Plágio é crime
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