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Story of a girl, with fire in her eyes.No one saw her heart until her beauty shone right through it. Growing up in a too-small house with a baby siste..
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You never were good with words, darling. You just yelled what came to your mind, and down the walls came.Your obsessions didn't want you,and though it..
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A poem I wrote when I was thirteen.
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Thinking
back, I was a stupid, naïve child. I believed in witches and prince
charming and that a candle could grant your every wish. I believed..
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“What's Barbie doing?” I asked as I stepped inside
mine and Cora's bedroom, peering over at her in the corner..
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“Come on.” I urged breathlessly, tugging on Jenna's
arm. I pulled her inside the port-o-potty.
“I..
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That weekend I went to Maureen's house for a sleepover,
and when my Mom drove up her driveway, Jenna and China were on
J..
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Because he was still a teacher, and it was his duty to
suck, Mr. Bryce called my parents. He called them up,
unexp..
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Maureen popped another handful of popcorn in her mouth,
her eyes glued to the tiny screen on Virginia's mini DVD pl..
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The week after the party, it was official. Cam and I
were an item, and so were Conor and Virginia. And Maureen had even
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