Other Side of the Screen

Other Side of the Screen

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sat, Jun 13, 2015
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Angela is only 14. She has social anxiety, with divorsed parents who can't be in the same room as eachother, it is safe to say she has isolated herself from the world. She wants a friend but she is too scared to talk to someone in real life. When she finds a group of people who share a love for Angela's favourite TV program, she joins a group on Facebook. Will this help build her confidence and defeat her anxiety?
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