Whirlwind Mistaken

Whirlwind Mistaken

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My Name is Scarlett Vivian Scoffman, usually i just go by Scar. My Mom and dad divorced when i was 5. About 10 years old my mom had told me my dad had died and thats why i couldn't move to his house. And though i couldn't do anything about it i knew he was alive. I found a way to keep in contact with him and we hangout sometimes. As to my friends, the list is very limited. Few are just nice, But my one and only best friend is Adia Karlek Muir. Then the guy i have the biggest crush on Is Damien James Holland. He comes from a rich family, and he's very popular....but it just so happens i was able to become one of his closest friends. But what i didn't know was a nother guy was going to enter my life and so i might not end up with Damien after all.
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