Corny Jameson (#Wattys2016)

Corny Jameson (#Wattys2016)

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(THIS IS MY FIRST EVER WRITTEN AND COMPLETED BOOK - PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK LOL) Cover by @FlowerOfCamelis Margaret Anderson had suffered when she was six. Her best friend had moved away. Although it took her awhile to get back in the usual routine of her life, she eventually got over it. He still crosses her mind every so often, and she wonders what he could have become. All her answers will be answered because he moves back across the street eleven years later. The bad thing is, he doesn't remember her. *** Corny Jameson was torn when his family moved away. He'd miss his best friend, his house, and the secret spot he always went to. Although they moved, he always moved forward with his life, not liking to hang onto the past. So, he moves on fairly quickly. Eleven years later, he moves back to his old house across the street from Margaret. He assumes she's moved out because of how different this girl looks. The first day they talk sends a wave of déja vu through him. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED!
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Life takes you to mysterious places. I thought I knew all there was to know, but apparently, I've been living a lie. And yes, it's crazy. Who knew that I would find out like that? Who knew? I sure as hell didn't. Life is really messed up sometimes. Why did this happen to me? In fact, what else is there to know? Is my name really mine? Am I really seventeen years old? At this point, I don't even know who I am. Who am I? I am alone. In need of answers. Will I ever get them? How far is anyone really to go for answers? I mean, what would you do? Where would you go? Who do you turn to? I need answers. How do I get them? Life is painful and deceptive. It is filled with hate, rage, and lies. Why can't that change? Why do people lie? Is it for protection? Who are you protecting me from? So many questions. Very little answers. So again I ask you, what are we really to do when someone is being deceptive?

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