Who Ever Said Life Was Easy?
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My life has never been easy. With my abuse step-father and drug addict mother, how could it be? Then there's school. It's my escape but at the same time I have no friends. Everyone thinks I'm wierd, and I guess wearing winter clothes in the summer might be why. But not having friends makes hiding the truth easier. However, all this changes when a new student notices me...
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