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Masked
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Ongoing, First published Dec 19, 2015
Mature
Sabrina, a sweet and simple girl, is all caught up in many different, confusing problems. One of which is that she feels as if she has no importance to anyone in her life. It's as if she is just a bystander to everyone she feels is dearest to her. But one day she believes that she has found the man of her dreams. He was everything she ever wanted for. But then he falls in love with her dazzling best friend, Bella. Will she get her man back or will she just deal with her sorrow?
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Phoenix LeFlore: She is alive. Her brother is dead. People are moving forward. She is standing still. He was everything. Now she has nothing. Aza Ainsworth: She is a soft girl who acts tough. She is a warm girl who was treated coldly. Someone made her heart beat faster, then broke it. Can a broken heart help a broken soul? _____ Girl meets girl. Girl doesn't like girl. Then girl likes girl. Could she like her back? Two girls. One story. _____ "I like: The soft side underneath her tough side. Her mind. Her wit. Her cute awkwardness. The way she bites her nails. The way she dresses, like a 90s character, like someone in a movie. The way she smells, like mint, spicy but sweet, like her personality. Her green, serious, sexy eyes. Her laugh. Her name. Her hand in my hand. The stars on her face. The X on the back of her neck. I want to make her laugh all day, want to say her name, whisper it, scream it. Phoenix. I want to hold her hand, want to kiss all the stars on her face, and want to cherish the X on the back of her neck. I want to cherish her. I don't like: Phoenix."