The Boy With The Black Converse

The Boy With The Black Converse

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Angel has a secret, double life. She is an only child with only a mother that doesnt really care for her well being. Her father died when she was only 12, leaving her in a damaging world. She adored her father and her while world was torn apart as he departed from this world. Her best friend, Liza, is having a sweet 16th birthday party. She meets a boy, Mr. Perfect or The Boy in the Black Converse. She is immediately attracted to him, despite her detachment for romance. They develop a friendship that is unbreakable, Angel allowing her self to finally put trust in someone else, letting them in on her secret life. This is until they are torn apart by the destiny of fate.
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