When Spring Arrives

When Spring Arrives

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Blossom stands on a balcony of a house who's owner she barely even knows, but this party was exactly a way to escape her troubled home. High school is weighing on her, and so are the parents. But -she isn't the only one leaned against the fence and staring at the crowd by the pool; another, rather lonely looking girl, seems to have lost her gaze in the emptiness of her mind. In attempt to change her whole life around, Lavender reaches out a hand to Blossom and they run away from the party. On their ride with no exact destination, Blossom finds herself mesmorized by this girls beauty. The more they got to talk, everything seemed to fall in place. By the end of their last year in high school, and also beginning of spring, Blossom is faced to choose what she will do with her life; will she be able to make her wishes come true, but also finally confess that all this time Lavender had never left her mind?
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