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The Struggled Experiences

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When I was a young girl I used to listen to my grandmother telling me her life story. I was the type of girl that pretended to know everything that people used to tell me, I wanted to be known as an intelligent girl so that my mother would be proud of me. My mother was entirely different than my grandmother and I. Is trying to make my mother proud of me the most important thing in the world? I learned that it isn’t; the most important thing is for me to be proud of myself. I experienced a bit of struggle in my life, but in the end I was proud of the woman that I always was. But what problems did I have to struggle so much in my life? When did I finally become permanently proud of myself?All Rights Reserved

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Pretty Little Liar

....tears begin to form in my eyes "Please Jay, you can't tell anyone. What can I do for you to not tell people?" I beg. "Nothing" he says unmoving and in monotone. "Please" I plead and my voice starts to break. I don't understand how he could have possibly found out. My mind starts racing for what to do next. "I'll get you whatever you want" "How would you do that when you don't have anything to give" he says mockingly. "I'll do anything" "Anything?" My heart skips a beat at his reply, but what really can I do. I can't risk this secret being exposed. "Y... Yes" I stutter. "Well, I guess there is one thing I want... ~~~~~~~~~~ Prada Lexington attends the world's most renowned international boarding school; Regent international academy, as a scholarship student. When she gets there she realizes that everyone that goes there are stupidly rich, so she begins to lie about her family, her background and herself. It's her final year at Regent and it becomes harder and harder to keep her little secret.