Dear Mom
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"Dear Mom, ..... Come visit me soon. I need to see you again. Life isn't what it used to be...... - Vaine" Vaine is a 16 year old insecure brainiac, with alot to offer. She plays tennis, soccer, participates in the chess team, art club math club and robotics club. She's the top of her class and, even just going into her 11th grade year, is the student body president. Knowing all of this, you would think of her as quite the socialite. X_X WRONG!! She's actually the total opposite. Everyone knows of her but no one talks to her. She is often bullied for her nerd-like appearance and quiet and shy demeanor. She has one friend, Destiny, that she rarely confides in. The only place where she tells her stories, the place that hides her secrets, the place she keeps from others is her journal... In the letters she writes to her mom.
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Dear Nobody, My name is Luna Rose Wesley and I'm just like any other girl my age. I have some secrets, I'm afraid of the future, I have some complicated relationships and some amazing friends, and I'm just trying to do anything that I can to survive. But as the days pass, it seems like surviving in my world is becoming more difficult with every minute. You see, without any money, my family is forced to live in in an apartment building that's smack dab in the center of our rundown part of the city. And my mother is just a work of art. She is now addicted to drugs, and she isn't trying very hard at all to try to get us out of our inner-city situation. Living in constant fear, not only of what's outside my window at night, but also of my violent dealing brother living in the room across the hall, I have to find a way to cope without putting a bullet in my skull like so many of my fallen brethren. And my coping mechanism is to write letters to nobody- to you- and sending it to an address that doesn't exist. I need somebody to talk to without that somebody thinking that I'm looking for pity, so I've found you. Nobody. Thanks for listening. Sincerely, Luna Rose (Rated Mature for the mentioning of sex, drug use, violence, and profane language. Does not contain actual sex scenes.)

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