Sweet as Sugar

Sweet as Sugar

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Omar. Den populära, glada killen, lagom lång, dansar och med i det kända pojkbandet The Fooo. Hans mamma dog i en bilolycka för ett halvår sedan. I hemlighet sjunger och dansar Omar för att försörja han och hans pappa. Paula, Den normala, tråkiga tjejen, 1.62 cm lång, musik galen & feg. Hon flyttar. Igen. Hennes mammas tredje pojkvän på två år bor i Stockholm, så Paula tvingas flytta till huvudstaden. Hon börjar i samma skola som hennes tre nya vänner, och i Omars skola. Paula är mer än döds kär i Omar. Och Omar är mer än döds kär i Paula. Vad händer när de båda träffas från kemi lektionerna till hos varandra? Vad blir deras relation till varandra? Och hur reagerar Ebba, som också är kär i Omar, på detta? I Paulas dagbok finns svaret.
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"Wait!" I yelled. "I have knock-knock joke." "Go, quick." "Knock knock." "Who's there?" He asked. "Cows go." "Cows go who?" He asked. "No, cows go moo," I said. "Taaa daaa!" "Okay, now get out of my way," he demanded walking past me. "No, wait-" I was cut off by Dylan throwing me over his shoulder. He scooped me up so easily as if I didn't weigh much. His arm was strong holding my waist securely and his shoulder was comfortable under my stomach. Once upon a time, there was a normal girl going through High School. She had really rich parents and she got everything she wanted. Everyone loved her because of how sweet she was. She was completely healthy as well so she lived happily ever after! Wait! Cut! That is not my life story at all! Let me tell you the real story... Once upon a time, there was an awkward 17-year-old girl going through High School. She had never met her parents and had to live with her idiotic older brother, William Johnson. They were not rich at all. They didn't even have a house to sleep in. Most people in her school hated her because of how sweet and bubbly she was but she was just trying to make them happy. And let's just say she had a very deadly disease as well. Now that is the life story of me; Naomi Johnson. And I don't believe in two things; 1. Happily ever afters 2. Hope Because I can't just hope that my life will be happily ever after because I know it's not.

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