destroyed or not?

destroyed or not?

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Two destroyed people clash head to head in a series of trials and tribulations with alè battling long term lonliness and family issues so bad she has to move schools and Johnny living in the running spotlight and realising life in the view of everyone isn't all cracked up as it seems.That seemingly sends him into a downwards spiral but he has to keep up his facadè of it all. Alè "you look lovely in that uniform, but let me give you the run down of that school, the place is a breeding ground for future CEOs, MPs and future presidents don't take anything they say to heart and don't get in a fight with them but if you do you better win i didn't raise a failure and those boxing classes weren't for decor either but this is important, no matter what they say about being powerful it's all a lie they're not powerful their parents are. Oh and also if someone says something you don't like, be a bitch back to them and don't let anyone step over you okay?" "okay grandma" i reply back slowly taking in all the information she just dumped on me. "and also- hold on Mija i have to take this call" she then answers the phone speaking in rapid spanish that even i can't decipher. i glance at her then take my phone out of my blazer pocket and start scrolling on tik tok trying to find anything interesting to watch and pass the time but unfortunately finding stupid celebrity beef, and news on the latest Fortune 500 company scandal, the usual then. i turn off my phone and look out the car window trying to take in the beauty of the sights in front of me and something that seems like a school comes into view, it is absolutely beautiful but as mi abuela says i must be careful.
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