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Hello, my name is Aliyah Aubrey Stewart and im 16 , i live in San Francisco CA with my mother Isabella Marie Smith, my father Michael lawson Stewart, my annoying older brother Taylor Austin Stewart, and my irritating little brother Lucas Tate Stewart. My mother is 38 and a lawyer in the state of california, my dad is 39 is a doctor, Taylor is 17 and Luke is 14. Luke has his mothers last name but she left my dad and him when Luke turned 8. In school i have always been labled as quiet, nerd, teachers pet, or a sports freak. I play softball, Tennis, and soccer. I've always been treated differently because i am what people call a goody two shoes. I would rather read a book than watch a movie,and i would rather stay home and draw instead of partying all night. Im not your basic wild teen girl. I have one thing in common with every other teenage girl, i have a crush. His name is Cameron Davis, hes 17, captain of the football team,and i've liked him since 3rd grade. My best friend has been pushing me to ask him out since 7th grade. My best friends name is Olivia Iverson. She is 16 and the sister of my brothers best friend Ashton Iverson. Olivia has liked my brother forever. She is the complete opposite of me. All she does is party instead of study and seems to maintain honor roll by copying me. Shes like everything everyone wants to be. Life is pretty great untill you meet Caitlyn Davis. She is Camerons half sister (same dad). Shes your aaverage high school popular girl. Perfect hair, smile, grades, cheerleading captain 3 years running. Also she dated my brother Taylor atleast 6 times but they broke up because of course she cheated. She has been ruining my life since i was in 5th grade. She spreads rumors, hacks your social media and can ruin your life in one tweet. So thats just a little bit about me, you'll learn more along the way.
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Being a teenager is easy? Huh, who said that? People say their high school years were the best years of their life, but for me they've been the worst. Finding out about my mom having cancer, my brother dating the biggest bitch in school, the one big mistake from my past following me everywhere I go and someone stalking every move I make is driving me insane. Sometimes I don't even know what's good anymore or who I can and can't trust. By the way, my name is Nessa Stone and I'm a junior at Skyland High, where I have two best friends, crazy teachers and a whole lot of adventures and issues coming in my way. I pretend to be strong and positive on the outside but on the inside I'm just a scared girl trying to get through life the best I can. Will I be able to be happy someday? To find love and be able to trust again? I don't know, but I hope so. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- A BRIEF SCENE FROM JHO: I hear my phone making a noise and I walk towards it, maybe it's one of my friends needing something. I click on my messages and it's an anonymous text, 'Wouldn't you like to take revenge on your brother's girlfriend?' the message reads. I look outside my window to see if someone's there but I don't see anyone. 'Who is this?' I text back. 'Isn't it obvious?' The message appears after a few seconds. I dial the anonymous number to find out who's doing this but I go directly to voice mail. What the hell? I close my window's curtains just in case someone is indeed out there and I sit down in front of my desk for a couple of minutes. Who could possibly send me this? Maybe the same guy who send the photos to Derek. But I won't ask him today, he's already upset enough by what happened.

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