that summer

Camilaa

that summer

Sinossi

I don't know how she can describe her life, perhaps painful... but it's not pain we're talking about. Heb was the strongest girl until sophomore year where her dad moved out of town to live with the "little weather woman" even though she was from out of town Haven appeared every morning in the local paper. Does she have to live with the two brothers although one is different from the other, the stuck-up girl who does everything to destroy her or the brother in love? But she always noticed that boy with the red hair, even though he was a year older, he was quite attractive. She just didn't know the surprises that summer held for her. Many said that when you get a good thing you have to give it back... it could be silly but Leukemia advanced inside her as much as inside the redhead's body.
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