An Old Friend

An Old Friend

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Lizzie Devonshire isn't a typical teenage girl. She doesn't like all those boy bands, or going shopping, and she especially doesn't obsess over boys. She wants to stray from her family's boring habits but doesn't know how. No one, not even her parents, have ever made a difference in her life except one boy from her early childhood. To Lizzie's surprise, that boy that she thought she knew, moved away out of the blue. Ever since he left, Lizzie has had trouble making friends, doing schoolwork, and trying to find her passion. As soon as things start turning down a dark path for Lizzie, someone might be able to get her life back on track. Will an old friend spark up memories and experiences from the past?
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Sometimes, there can be situations where home doesn't feel quite like home. Naturally, it's instinct to go searching for a place that gives you all the comfort and the warmth the walls you live in could never give. Sometimes, home can be a place that makes you feel valid. A place that makes you feel safe and secure. "Home" is any place that lets you forget the rest of the world is in flames, even if it's just for two minutes. But sometimes, your only option comes to leaving home. When my home wasn't home, and he was what it never could be. Does that make it easier to leave? Or will it drive me insane and force me to stay. And all times, there comes a part where you depart from home. But when it's a person who finds home in you too and not a place, do you still have to leave? - "Quit it!" I snapped Turning around, my eyes were boring into his. As he smirked. Still clicking his pen. "What's wrong?" He asked, his smirk getting bigger. "You clicking your pen you Nimrod!" "Nimrod?" He asked me laughing. "I haven't heard that in a while." He looked away. "Yeah whatever, just stop with that!" - Sometimes, love stories... don't always go right. -40,564 words-

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