We're Not Really Strangers

We're Not Really Strangers

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A new girl, Lia, moves to a small town for the summer while her mom recovers from a breakdown. She's bored, bitter, and avoids people-until she's added to a group chat by mistake. The chat is called: STRANGERGAME_5 It's an anonymous summer challenge started by a group of teens from the town. The rules are simple: No names. No photos. Weekly dares (some fun, some risky) One truth per week Don't fall for anyone in the group Lia decides to stay quiet at first... then joins in. But the more they talk, the more real it all starts to feel. And someone in the group might not be a stranger at all.
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"Do you see me?" "I always see you." ⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻ It all started three years ago. During that elusive summer that cracked them all down the middle and changed their lives forever. How do you live with that? How do you change all you know and attempt to live the same? Well, the eight of them are about to learn perhaps you don't just get to live with it, and instead, you need to confront the past. Or maybe just fucking pummel it further into the ground. ⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻ "Why were we ever friends?" Dakota mutters, wiping a hand down his face. "Because we all worked well together." Maeve shrugs, "We're all so fucking different. It honestly made this whole thing perfect." Neviah raises a brow, "I think we have different definitions of perfect." "I second that." Victoria hums. "Perhaps deserving?" Phoenix reasons, "We're not perfect, but we're all deserving of each other?" Dylan smiles softly, "I like that."

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