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messy, loud, and figuring it out

messy, loud, and figuring it out

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a story about teenagers finding out themselves while being in school this book is inspired by big mouth but these characters are in high school so yea also this is my first time doing a book so it may not be as good as other books you prolly had read. This will consist of cursing Maybe Homophobic Maybe Mental health Drama Fights Cheating? Parents divorced? Bullying? Parties Someone dying? Some of the black characters will be saying the n word yes I'm black Also this story might not be as good cus it's my first time
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"Fine," she said. "If you won't take me seriously like this, I'll go put on my mafia outfit." Sloane squinted at her. "Your what?" "My mafia outfit." Before either of them could stop her, Lila jumped off the bed and ran out of the room. ____ Three minutes later, Lila came back. And Blair nearly spat out her coffee. Because apparently, "mafia outfit" meant she had dressed entirely in black-black cargo pants, a black long-sleeve shirt, black socks, and... Sunglasses. Inside. At breakfast time. Lila stood in the doorway like she had just stepped out of the world's least threatening action movie. "Well?" Sloane looked at her for a long moment. Then at Blair. Then back at Lila. "...No." Lila frowned. "What do you mean no?!" "I mean you look like a twelve-year-old trying to rob a gas station."

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