Chickadee ( A Ghost Bird series Fanfic) DISCONTINUED
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  • Reads 9,339
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  • Parts 13
  • Time 1h 8m
Ongoing, First published Aug 13, 2015
*Hi, the only reason this is still up is because I like to look at the nice comments people said when I first started writing, and wattpad won't save them if I unpublish it. You can read it if you really want, but it's not very good and completely unedited. It also only has several chapters posted and I don't intend to continue it*

When her mom requests to move to Charleston, South Carolina as her dying wish, Spencer Matthews jumps at the chance to escape her wicked father and maybe actually be able to make friends. But she gets more than she bargained for when she makes two best friends and meets seven incredible guys, who whisk her up into their fast paced lives. But there is something different about these boys, and Spencer is determined to get to the bottom of it.

I do not own "The Academy", or any characters associated with it. All rights go to C. L. Stone  because she wrote the genius that is the GB and the SB series, lucky duck.
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