I was 15when my world started falling apart. I lost my best-friend in a kidnapping. Except that wasn't the case. She was the "queen bee" at school, the gorgeous popular one. Every guy would hit on her. New boy every weekend. I couldn't keep up.
It was hard because so many people hated her. Wanted her dead. She had names for everyone at school. Loser Mona, Pigskin, Les, Hermy. The list went on and on.
(A/N second book, thinking I should keep this one going longer than last book, feedback please)
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When you can't sleep at Night
AkčnéWhat happens when you miss someone so much you can't sleep a night. When all you want is their touch and their warmth. When the darkness seems to overpower the broken memory
