“I can’t drink anymore, I’ll be sick,” I answered, turning my nose up. “Shall we drink some more?” my best friend, Amy, shouted to me over the music. My legs had that rubbery feeling, like I wasn’t quite in full control of myself. My head was just that little bit fuzzy from the alcohol. My vision was a little blurry as I continued to dance. This book is dedicated to my mum, and my older sister. Special thanks must go to Mollie Wilson who made the adorable cover for this book. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form or by any means without the prior written permission of the publisher, nor be otherwise circulated in any form of binding or cover other than that in which it is published and without a similar condition being imposed on the subsequent purchaser.Īll characters in this publication are fictional and any resemblance to real persons, living or dead is purely coincidental. The right of Isabelle Rae to be identified as the Author of the Work has been asserted by her in accordance with the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988.Īll rights reserved.
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