The invisible girl
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What do you call a girl with no friends, an abusive parent, a guilt ridden conscience and no life whatsoever to speak of?
Hmm. Still stuck?
Let me give you a clue or, better yet, the answer.
Me.
Evangeline Collins. The quiet weirdo, the coward, the abused...
You name it and I'm it and this is my story. I won't pretend that it's going to be pretty or happy. In fact, it is certain to be the opposite but, hey, life rarely goes how you want it to, so...
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