The New Girl

The New Girl

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Romance
Have you ever been the "New Girl well I am and this is my story, Hey I'm Ashanti I am 17 I live with my mom in New York City well I use to until she got a new job in Holmes Chapel Cheshire, England her company opened a new location and she has been placed there worst day EVER!!!, so you can imagine my dilemma when she say we are moving to the United kingdom my life is over. Here I am in Holmes Chapel about to be the new girl having to make new friends and new enemies I hate this I'm in my senior year of high school I just want this year to be done and over with so I can apply for a college back in the lovely city of New York I would do anything to go back and go to college with my friend back home.......well time for my new life in a new place, new school and most of all being the New Girl somebody HELP ME!!!!!!!!!! But what happens when she gets involved with Harry and they find something that both of them never wanted will they let there feeling develop or will they run from each other or will one run from love???
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New town. New identity. Same crazy. I love it!!! (insert enthusiastic voice ) (cough, cough) Not!! I hate it. I hate having to to hide who I am. But to protect the civilians and my new home from being destroyed like my last ones, I have obey the leader's rule. No matter if I do disapprove. But all of that changes when I meet, more like bump into someone who's special. ... DOOR OPENS. "Naomi Satchel!" my mother yells as she comes blaring through the doors. "Yes?" I say as I still lie under the covers. My mother pulls my cover from my body and tosses it on the floor. I quickly sit up in my bed and glare at her. "Get your ass up now you have half an hour left before your first-period starts and you better not be late," she demands. "Mom, this isn't my school. This isn't my home. I don't want to go." I whine and beg my mother at the same time to let me stay home. What was I thinking? My mom has an image to uphold being this perfect mother who loves and cares about her little baby girl. We both know the truth. Until a few years ago, I never even knew she existed. She and my father both agreed to send me here because they couldn't stand the fact that I fell in love with a black boy. Although neither of them would ever admit, that's the only reason why I know of her. I don't want to attend a school where I'm going to have to forsake who I truly am just to fit into their liking. How can I explain that to my mom when she sees everything to be black and white.

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