What Is a Friend?
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My name is Chelsea Agoura. Blonde hair, brown-eyed Chelsea Agoura. I live in the Big Apple where the unspoken rules among Manhattanite teens turned me into one of their worst enemies. Surprisingly, I'm fine with that. Popularity is overbearing. But boy, would I love to know I exist. Every day I wish I wasn't outcast. I wish for a pal to help lift me up. Most of all, I wish for someone who understands. I want to be someone who others do not write off as a loner. For this to come true, I need to win against a crazy high school hierarchy with the odds stacked against me.
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