Being The Bad Girl
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I didn't choose to be bad.
It just...happened.
I tried to be good, but after a while it got boring.
What can I say? I was born to be bad and there's nothing I, nor you, can do about it. Its called having fun!
Everyone should know this by now. Bad Girls aren't no Good, but at least they know how to have Fun.
I have been known as Little Miss Satan practically my whole life in America. I was born in England cause of some personal reasons, but that's all for learning later. I have been to 32 different schools for bad behavior and one for moving across the world.
This book reveals my story, which is cold, heart breaking, and a little happy.
I'm Moe Levine
And
I'm glad to call myself The Bad Girl.
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