Saving Our Bestfriend!

Saving Our Bestfriend!

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Megan, Heather and Kate have been best friends for a while. However, Kate's strange behavior intrigued Heather and she suspects that something is wrong with Kate and her family. Megan is the rational one. She agrees that Kate has been acting strange. She decides to see what is wrong just for confirmation to prove Heather and her own suspicions false. However, one call from Kate's mother and Megan is in shock. A mother threatening her daughter's friends that she will harm her own daughter wasn't something Megan and Heather wanted to get involved in. Lies. Fights. Trust Issues. Rumors. Dark Secrets. Will their friendship survive through all this? Will Megan and Heather be able to help their best friend, Kate out of this mess?
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