Are They Wrong?
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  • Reads 1,735
  • Votes 127
  • Parts 22
  • Time 1h 56m
Ongoing, First published Jul 30, 2017
This mystery girl is new in town. No one knows her name, no one ever had a real conversation with her. She doesn't want to talk to anyone. She's closed up. She's all alone. She's new at the town's high school. She's 18 and a junior. Why? No one knows.
People say she killed her family, but did she?

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