The only trace that Julian left was the tears he had wrought on my face, and the angry glare on my face. Julian's face was like that too although I didn't know. Now I had lost a valuable friend because of my family. I am so mercenary, I thought. All I ever do is calculate the benefits of a friend, I miserably thought. The truth was even though I wouldn't admit it, I missed and needed the company of Julian.
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The Designer Girl
Teen FictionSasha's a model, well almost- at least. But being its a model has its ups and downs, especially if you were FORCED to do it. It's time Sasha faces ongoing family problems, even if that means chasing and hunting for a dark secret that has to be unc...
