Wake up already this is reality
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"Hi I'm Ash!" is how ever entry would start, my mind, everything from crushes to bullying even all the way to my friends stories, I have here, the mind of an eleven year old, one who has crushes, knows 1/2 of their life already, can't decide, but most of all, a kid who can't think straight anymore. Friends will be lost, hearts most likely will be broken, and we really should wake up already, this, is, reality. How do I already know this? Oh because I am a self-conscious eleven year old.
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This story is based of real events but names of people were changed and please do comment and vote, it really helps me know that you like the series! Note, no pictures are mine, all art belongs to the artist that made it, but the people in here, I don't own them either, most do know of them being in this story but non well be rightly named and this is work of fiction, realistic fiction.
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