Our High School Year
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Last published Tue, Oct 15, 2013
This is the last year of year 8 before senior school and all I wanted was a peaceful year.
Ha guess again who knew one guy could turn a girl's life upside down?
So he is called the player nope I don't think! so friends tell me to stay away but I can't I don't like him I swear, but he is different not who people think he is.
as well as all that I have to deal with angry teachers, big mouths, friend Problems, and boys
I know I can count on Jaylan and Ava to be there for me even though Ava is a new friend she keeps my secrets. as well as my other friends they are there to listen any time.
SO here i go again trying to write a story please read it might me a bit slow at the start but you know just push through thanks guys remember vote comment and follow XOX BuzzyBee332
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