The Girl With the Motorcycle

The Girl With the Motorcycle

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Emily King was a girl that was always unsure of what she was in a way. She didn't know if she was a tom-boy or a girly-girl. She had her own motorcycle that she drove everywhere, but she also liked to get her nails done and act like a girl. Her best friend is a guy named Jerrold even though everyone calls him Blade. They are both in the popular group. Blade has a motorcycle to, they ride together every morning. The most popular guy in school is named Blake. He has always had 'those feelings' for Emily, but does she feel the same way? What will happen when the new guy comes to town?
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