If it was not for the wounded mother and father who struggled to create more from a despairing , desperate attempt of life, who would know where the waves would lead them
It was always shun upon to be a teenager with two kids navigating the complexities of life as the means of her identity. It did not help to welcome the third bright eye boy, whom had a knack for mathematics that could put him on top yet thats if his own ego did not first engulf him.
It was said to be no serect handbook for what was to come into play, as the thief stole from his close confidents and peers the other was living off the last branch of popularity and the third was on the way to collide with the dream of surprise.….
To be continued…
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