Birthday Twin

Birthday Twin

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1st story that I have ever written so sorry about if it's bad detail or just plain bad. All the love. xx A girl named Gemma had this best friend named Pheonix. They known each other since 1st grade when they where put in the same classroom the at school. Gemma had 1 brother and 2 sisters that was abused by their father when they all were very little. Gemmas mom divorced their dad for that reason so Gemma had very little trust in a guy that her mom ever got with. Pheonix was a lonely child but was very quite and stayed in her bedroom a lot reading books or listening to music. Both girls were in 9th grade and were 14. In 8th grade Pheonix came out to Gemma and she was the first person that she'd ever told about her sexuality until she told her parents a while later. On the other hand, Gemma was completely straight and had no intention of liking the same gender until one day...
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