"A long losted friend.." (A Budsforbuddies story)
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Ongoing, First published May 01
A LONG time ago, Buds(I DON'T OWN THIS CHARACTER THIS IS BUDSFORBUDDIES CHARACTER) had a friend named dub(this is my own character yet other people have used the name before) She forgot about her after she disappeared...Buds never saw her ever again..UNTIL NOW! her pet Scrappy found a picture of Dubs and Scraps has been asking all of the pets of they know anything, only then she finds out who dubs is..
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WATTPAD BOOKS EDITION Griffin Tomlin is dead. And Clara's sister killed him . . . Four months after the murder, the entire town of Shiloh is still in shock. For Clara Porterfield, the normal world has crumbled around her in a million chaotic pieces. Now Clara lives in a new reality, where her sister awaits trial for murder, her mother obsessively digs in a dead, frozen garden, and her father lives and breathes denial. At school, Clara is haunted by her classmates' morbid curiosity-and all of the unspoken questions they won't ask. But none of them knows what she knows . . . Now Clara's sister wants something from her-the one thing in all of this that Clara isn't ready to face: the truth about what really happened that night. Because this story didn't die with Griffin Tomlin. There's another story that needs to be told. And sometimes, the lies we're told are nowhere near as deadly as the lies we tell ourselves . . .