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Life isn't always great. Some people get that, most do not. For Phoenix Andrews, all she has known is what most like to call "The Poor Life". Her father was murdered when she was only 10, her brother died in war when she was 14, and her mother has severe brain cancer. Life isn't always easy, and that's how Phoenix grew up. Now, in her senior year of high school, Phoenix runs into a boy. Now, not just any boy, the one and only Everest Collins. He is known to be harsh and cruel, but Phoenix is the only on to have the guts to befriend him. But behind every smile holds a secret.
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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."

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