Coincidence... maybe not?

Coincidence... maybe not?

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Diana Grey is an odd one. She's a hyperactive , funny girl whose emotions are all over the place, has the weirdest thought process in life causing many people to question whether she's on drugs... in a good way? She's nice enough, as long as you don't try to mess with her food. She tends to be more shy around strangers, or adults but if your her friend you would know just how crazy she can be. So if you want you can join on this adventure of the hormone, sugary food, teenage world seen through the eyes of a young 16 year old girl as life changes her.
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I was never the cool girl. Never the centre of attention. Hell, the first party I ever went to was because Kheli dragged me there when I was seventeen. Oh, Kheli... Kheli was my first love. My first everything. But once we finished high school, we parted ways. My plans were very clear: go to university, have fun, go to parties, maybe fool around at some point when missing Kheli got too much for me to handle. I don't know - the typical university life you see in movies. However, it was nothing like that. I was struggling to keep up with my assignments, my classes, all the drama, the parties, Kheli, the people, Pokémon Go - everything. I couldn't keep up with any of it. And then... Eleanor Williams did what she does best. She came out of nowhere and planted herself right in the middle of my world. And like a very fucking annoying tree, she set down roots and refused to move. And then I found myself - God, kill me now - enjoying being around Eleanor Williams. I found myself watering the fucking tree even when I knew it would only make the roots grow deeper, until there was no way of pulling it out. (Yes, sometimes I make very shitty metaphors. You'll get used to it.) But just because I was, much to my dismay, enjoying Eleanor Williams's company didn't mean she wanted me around.

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