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Screaming. Crying. Crashing. Yelling. Trying to call for help. No one comes. What has happened? Why has this happened? What is going on? I look over, all I see is what's left of the hunk of metal that used to be a car. A silver car, wrecked; sitting in the woods, in a ditch. I can't stop picturing their faces. So sweet and nurturing. Now red and ruined with blood. Why has this happened? I already miss them, my parents. No one comes, not for hours and I'm stuck sitting on the side of an old, worn down road. The tree I'm sitting on is covered in green moss. And all I can do is picture their faces. Over and over and over again. ____When Celeste Lapis has to overcome bullying and having no parents she realizes that she's got to be brave. Her and friends go on a long journey of self discovery.____This book is a work of fiction. All use of names, characters, places, and incidents are all a product of the authors imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to a person or place is completely coincidental.…

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Genevieve lives in Venice, Italy with her cat, Ruben. She's never been great at making friends and has always been an introvert. Everything changed when they announced Venice was under isolation due to a world wide pandemic. A tourist, Hazelle, a young extroverted dancer, ended up on the streets of Venice hoping to stay with someone during this isolation. When seeing Genevieve's door, Hazelle tries her luck by knocking. Genevieve and Hazelle have to figure out how to live in isolation, together. See the troubles and situations they get themselves into throughout this book.__________This is a work of fiction that has to do with current events that are happening during the process of writing this book. Any similarity to names or places is completely coincidental.…

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