Fandomonium

Fandomonium

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None of us are born dead, we just stumble upon it one day. Hey, I'm Clare and welcome to my life. I don't know how you found me but now that you're here, listen up. I go to a boarding school in Northern Michigan and this is where I met everyone who has changed my life. There's Hunter who helped me up and I fell into his grateful arms. Then there's Amy who claims to be punk but really listens to Frank Sinatra and The Beach Boys when she thinks nobody is listening. And of course there's Jakob who's a crazy story in himself. There's nothing incredibly unique about us, we're just a bunch of misfits with a story of our own. Welcome to Fandomonium, a story of sappy romance and teenage drama...just about as cliche as you can get...with a twist. Don't worry, though, there are always happy endings in real life, right? Not for all of us.
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"Do you see me?" "I always see you." ⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻ It all started three years ago. During that elusive summer that cracked them all down the middle and changed their lives forever. How do you live with that? How do you change all you know and attempt to live the same? Well, the eight of them are about to learn perhaps you don't just get to live with it, and instead, you need to confront the past. Or maybe just fucking pummel it further into the ground. ⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻ "Why were we ever friends?" Dakota mutters, wiping a hand down his face. "Because we all worked well together." Maeve shrugs, "We're all so fucking different. It honestly made this whole thing perfect." Neviah raises a brow, "I think we have different definitions of perfect." "I second that." Victoria hums. "Perhaps deserving?" Phoenix reasons, "We're not perfect, but we're all deserving of each other?" Dylan smiles softly, "I like that."

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