They Don't Know About Us

They Don't Know About Us

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sun, May 17, 2015
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Romance
Jessica's Pov New school,new year , and new me. That was all I had running through my mind until I saw her. My heart fastened it's pace and I got butterfly's in my stomach. Who is she? I need to meet her. "Hi I'm Delilah I hear your new at this school ?" "Yep that is me the newbie" I spoke back to the girl standing beside Kayla. I only know cause I read her name tag . All I know is this is going to be a very interesting school year.
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