Rats, Roses And Paper Bones

Rats, Roses And Paper Bones

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Doyin is used to being silent. After a false accusation forced her to leave her old school in shame, she arrives at Longford high ready to disappear. No one knows what she's running from, and she intends to keep it that way. Between low self worth built from unending discouraging words from her dad, her parents' collapsing marriage, the weight of caring for her asthmatic younger sister, and a betrayal she never saw coming, Doyin is forced to choose: keep shrinking to survive, or finally stand, even if it means breaking. And then there's Moyo, the girl who despises her for stealing her spotlight in class. Doyin is quick to notice that beneath moyo's enviable qualities and perfect fronts, a heart-wrenching secret eats her up from within. And when she needs her the most, she shows up with boldness and God-given resilience to help a broken heart heal. Because in a place ruled by roses with thorns and rats in uniform, silence is its own kind of prison. Thanks for checking out my book...I hope you go through this journey to the very end with me 😁😁❤
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