Story cover for The Support Group by Temina01
The Support Group
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  • WpHistory
    Time 1h 12m
Ongoing, First published Jul 01, 2016
Mature
Mara March has decided to form a Facebook page, involving 4 other students hand selected by her, who all seem to be lost, depressed, mentally ill etc. As a way for the 5 of them to talk about their problems, the teenagers post their stories online and they seek to each other for guidance. One night when the group decides to catch up they each become intoxicated with drugs and orders from Mara the group does something which will soon lead them in court.

Each chapter views the different perspectives of each of the 5 teenagers through either their back stories, trails in court, jail life and the characters all mingling together online
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