Alone
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Ongoing8m
Last published Sat, Sep 5, 2015
Hi. I'm Ashley. My nickname, well, I would like it to be Ash. No one really talks to me to calls me anything anyway. I'm a freak, a loser. But I met someone..she might be able to help me. She's gorgeous in my eyes, and overall perfect. Only one problem, she's straight. Join me as I go through my Junior year, fighting my depression (and losing a lot), and falling for Sonya..shit. Wasn't supposed to say her name here. Spoilers? Oh well. All I can say is, I hope I won't be alone.
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