Prolouge

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Prolouge

Abby had always been a little shy, but she loved people; loved being around people, she hated being alone. She was sweet, nice, popular,  gernerous and beyondly beautiful. She had big brown eyes that captivated people, and Dark brown hair that hung four inches below her shoulders. Everyone loved her, and being around her, she just had that personality that attracted people and made them want to be friends with her. She was friends with everyone, there wasn't one person who hated her, which was shocking soon as she lived in Los Angelas and went to the biggest school. She really was the definition of popular. To be popular wasn't to be a bitch all the time to everyone, to have everyone hate you, or to be really rich. Being popular was to be pretty, nice, generous, and to have everyone like you. When Abby walked into the room everyone stopped and stared, mesermized by her.

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