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Teenager of the Year - Redux: Book 1

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This is kind of a long story, so I'll cut to the chase: The existing version of TOTY is dead in the water. Why? Several reasons, largely around continuity and the dark themes I was trying to deal with. But at the end of the day, it was just turning into a story that I wasn't really enjoying writing. And that's what's really important to me at the end of the day.

Teenager of the Year - A tale of Delacroix High: Book 2

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Chapter one:

Life has a flavour to it, at least I like to think so. Psychologists call it "Neuro-associative-conditioning" which tells you absolutely nothing about anything. The gist of it is that as human beings, we experience reality subjectively. And when we experience that reality, we instinctively attach emotions to the experience.

Teenager of the Year - A tale of Delacroix High: Book 1

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Chapter one:

"So this is what dying is like, huh?" I though to myself as I lay against the bathroom wall. Ceramic tiles glinted in the cool moonlight, providing the only illumination to a room otherwise submerged in darkness. "Hope it's as much fun as it looks."

Adam's Song - A tale of Delacroix High: Book 6

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Chapter one:

“That’s no good you moron, you’re way off balance!”

“Pull your shoulders back, you look like a goddamn slob!”

“You’re wasting my oxygen, fatass!”

Adam's Song - A tale of Delacroix High: Book 3

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Chapter one:

Being a girl is a state of existence that tells you “no” all day long. It mocks you over and over again, telling you that you’re an idiot. That you’re crazy.

If you like spending hours pouring over personal grooming and presentation, cosmetics and make up are for you.

If you like brutalizing your self image for hours on end until there’s nothing left, then shopping is for you.

Adam's Song - A tale of Delacroix High: Book 1

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Everyone has a story to tell, right? Stuck on ball of dirt orbiting the sun at twenty kajillion miles an hour, lost in the haze of one galaxy piled on another, but we all believe we're the centre of the universe. Nobody bothers to think about why we're here, what our purpose is, or who is pulling all the strings that make us dance.

Whoa, stop. Rewind.

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