-When the walls start closing in-

-When the walls start closing in-

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Breathe. That's what my mother used to tell me all the time, you know, before she died. When the walls start closing in, just breathe, and it will push them away again. My names Harriet, and I have a reputation to uphold. It's not easy being the role model for every single teenage girl in this damn school. Good job I am gorgeous, popular, and dirty rich. But that's what they don't know about me, on the outside, I am a confident, fearless, opinionated 16 year old- but on the inside, well, that's a different story. I have a secret, that nobody knows, not even my best friend, Poppy. But it's coming. And it's coming soon. My secret will be revealed and my reputation ruined. And the only way I can stop this from happening, is to do something I am going to regret for the rest of my life.
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