Rotten Fucking Roots
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Fifteen -year-old Callum Reid has been labelled a problem kid for years - aggressive, foul-mouthed, police trouble on legs. He doesn't trust anyone, doesn't want saving, and definitely doesn't give a shit about the new care home he's dumped in.
Then there's Cressida Hale also fifteen
She's all bone and silence, with dyed purple hair and eyes that look like they've already given up. She doesn't talk much, doesn't eat much, and doesn't seem to care if she disappears completely.
They're not friends. They're barely anything. But in a house full of noise and chaos, something between them begins to stick - a quiet, angry, fragile thing that neither of them can name. Callum swears like it's armor. Cressida starves like it's control. They're both haunted by things they never chose.
Rotten Fucking Roots is a brutal, unapologetic story about the damage we carry, the people who see past it, and what happens when two broken kids stop trying to be fixed - and just try to be heard.
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