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SECOND STRING

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When in the shadows of another, a flower grows twisting itself for just a small ray of sunlight. But at one p... Více

SECOND STRING- opening
SECOND STRING- the introductions
SECOND STRING- younger years
SECOND STRING- gym class bitches
SECOND STRING- why i love my best friend
SECOND STRING- my gay prince charming
SECOND STRING- date night disasters
SECOND STRING- ch-ch-changes
SECOND STRING- and revenge was served
SECOND STRING- scotch free
SECOND STRING- frenemies
SECOND STRING- kisses and daggers
SECOND STRING- witnesses
SECOND STRING- you shouldn't have
SECOND STRING- falling

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When in the shadows of another, a flower grows twisting itself for just a small ray of sunlight. But at one point, that flower becomes so twisted, it...

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SECOND STRING- the introductions

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SECOND STRING

I LISTENED in utter boredom as the thumping footsteps made their way down the bleak hallway. "Miss Patricks, you're free to go." said the middle-aged officer as she slid the key into the lock, releasing me from the steel cage known as cell #403.

I made my way down the hallway to the door I was inhumanely drug through kicking and screaming just a few nights ago. I nodded to the officer on watch at the door, as I made my way to the chief of police, my blonde curls bouncing freely. After signing a few papers I made my way through the door and into the sunbathed streets of California. As my chauffeur Paul oppened the limosine door I slid in digging through the bag of items just handed back by the police for my cellphone. The notification of almost 350 text messages appeared on the screen. They were from the people I called my "friends". Voltures. They just wanted the story so they could fake concern and carve scars into my back later on.

So how did I, little miss popular, rich, blonde end up in jail? Well this, is my story...

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