The Exchange
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  • Reads 447
  • Votes 32
  • Parts 9
  • Time 20m
Ongoing, First published Mar 08, 2015
Hello!
My name is Nicole Jones, I am 16 years old and in year 11. I go to a reasonably good girls high school, that has a hideous uniform and annoying teachers. Yay. 
I am basically the embodiment of the word 'innocent'. I have no taste in fashion other than comfort, I can't put on make-up and also would have no idea what to buy, and I have never had a boyfriend. 
Unlike most teenagers that would spend their weekend's out with their friends or at least doing some kind of recreational activity, I prefer to work, study or read. Don't get me wrong, I HAVE friends, just their conversations are boring and I prefer to read. I am also shy which doesn't make life any easier.
So, this was my life before I decided to become an exchange student.
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