Surviving Highschool With Styles

Surviving Highschool With Styles

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Brittany was so excited to start high school and leave behind everything that happened in middle school. She was going to a different school from all the other students at her old school, and she couldn't be more glad. She was finally going to escape all of her tormentors, but what happens when she goes to her first day of school and her biggest tormentor, Harry Styles, is there too? Can she survive four more years of the same old taunting she tried to hard to escape?
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