It Started As a Deal
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"This wasn't supposed to happen! I wasn't supposed to fall for him! It's only a deal and nothing more. . . so why do I feel like that isn't the truth. . ."
Imogen, a 15 year old girl, wanted a do over at life. She left her family. The thing about her is that she has PTSD, and the only way she can stay calm is music and her nasty habit of smoking. While at a park sitting on a picnic table under a tree, she is approached by a guy her age. He tells her that he can give her a home and fuel her nasty habit but under one condition: she needs to date his brother AND mother his kid. . .
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