Attention Seeker
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MatureOngoing18m
Last published Tue, May 26, 2015
most teenagers, yes teenagers, want to be noticed by everyone, especially by their parents. some teen are also highly appreciated due to the fact that their child is, probably talented or whatsoever.
But that's different to a young man,Sam Reynolds, 18. yes, he had everything anyone wanted to have, he had money, he had the looks, the brains, and a luxurious life! oh what a wonderful life would that be?
but he still didn't feel right, something was missing, he felt empty inside.
he needed Attention, he needed his so-called parents, and most of all he needed love, and he thinks that by being rebellious would achieve that. but NO, he was wrong, until an average girl comes into his life and proves him this life is worth living for and that he didn't, nobody rather, would achieve love, and care by being rebellious.
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