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Onion is more than dissatisfied with his life. Dissatisfied with his family, friends and especially with Monica's relationship with DC, which ended up taking away his chances of rapprochement. All he wants is to get out of this life and never come back. Well... he should have known that we should be careful with our desires, because they can come true in a way we can't even imagine. And now he will have to deal with an entirely new situation that has turned his world upside down. his brain will have to work like never before, he will have to grow and mature as a person if he wants things to go back to the way they used to be.
Do you want to play with me? I promise to be your best friend. I will take care of you, comb your hair, feed you, fix your clothes and give you lots of love. You will be my dear little doll and we will play together every night. So when the game is over, I'll take what's left of you and keep it deep in the closet where no one will find you. It will be my secret treasure.
The years inevitably passed for the gang... And the beginning of adult life brings with it countless existential crises. Denise, now studying Journalism, seeks to rewrite and understand her own narrative. Maybe she doesn't want to remain just a secondary character. Perhaps, she is no longer so willing to accept this label. And that's how she rebelled. And this is her story.
Tears were streaming down his face, his heart was breaking and it hurt, God, it hurt. She'd rather have a thousand red-hot knives slashing through her body than just one slashing through her heart. The tightness in her chest and stomach was so strong she didn't think she could take it. Upon reaching home, she threw herself down the stairs until she reached her bedroom and finally to the bathroom, where she laid everything out, when she was finally finished, her stomach was empty. But the emptiness matched her heart, which was heavy in her chest, at the same time so empty and so full and with a suffocating pain, it felt like someone was holding her heart in their hands, squeezing, crushing, suffocating... and she he almost wished it was really that, because at least then that hopeless feeling would disappear. She rinsed her mouth with the tap water, the strange sensation on her tongue and looked up at the mirror. Just at that moment, facing the devastated figure that was staring back at her, Monica realized that she was crying, finally becoming aware of the hot tears streaming down her face. Her eyes looked like those of a torn animal or someone who had lost what she loved most on the face of the earth, which in a way was true, except that she hadn't lost it, had chosen to let it. — It's over, Onion! It's over... The memories and the words echoed in her mind, and the pain that came with them was so great it made her fall to her knees on the wooden floor, sobs escaping her throat and finally a scream, a painful cry that still couldn't express all the pain he felt at that moment.
A dash of comedy, Half a cup of adventure, a bucket of magic, two cups of witchcraft, a spoon of romance and 700 grams of friendship. What can this mixture give? and more, how will Monica's gang deal with her?
On parole for the disaster at Wawanakwa, and sinking of the same, Chris McLean buys a farm and produces a new reality show with 24 not-so-new contestants and interns as a gift.