Prolouge

~I held out my pinky. "We'll prove them wrong, that friendships last a lifetime." I stated. She interlocked her pinky with mine. "We'll prove them wrong." She repeated.~
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Megan, your average middle school student. Anna, also your average middle school student. Megan is an introvert who hangs out with a few friends, Anna is popular. What happens when both these girl's path's cross?
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This story is told from the prespective of Megan in this heck of an adventure