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Hellooow people this is my first book. So if its bad, can you please say it and give me some tips? And i'm sorry for my bad English, normally i don't do story's in English...
This story goes about a girl Muna Storm. She's 17 years old almost 18. She lives with her parents and her sister Ila.
Muna and Ila need to go to a new school. Ila isn't nervous to go, Muna is. When you go to a new school you need to be social. And Muna isn't social, she tried a lot but it doesn't work always... Than people look weird at her, but yeah she's used to it. When it comes to Ila, everybody loves her. She's so pretty and kind and whatever is sweet, good & lovely.
But actually everything go's well until a car accident happens with her parents and Ila. What happened? Will they all survive?
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