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My Personal Hurricane

My Personal Hurricane

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sun, Mar 4, 2012
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Storm is left as a young girl at only twelve cold and alone after watching her mother die right in front of her. Her father had been dead for years. Now at the age of seventeen she was what her classmates called her, emo. She was not the sterotype emo where she cut herself but she did wear dark clothing and chit has happened to her. Storm has no friends and is a sarcastic, no bullshit, done my way girl. When a new guy starts going to her school she finds him following her like a lost puppy. Storm has finally met her match, but can what will she do about him?
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