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Upon moving to a school in a seemingly remote city, Anne or so she is called becomes friends, or is practically forced to be friends with, the school's popular "group" but something about the way they act causes her to be wary, along with this, she seems to have developed a slight attraction to a particular person in the group.

When she finally hopes for a not-that-terrible ending, her past comes knocking on her door.

 Literally.

 At this point, all she can do is curse herself for even hoping in the first place:

 "Hope, that fucking bitch!"

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A small sneak on how you can expect it will be in the future:

Their eyes widen in realization as their heads spin in my direction, panic settling in all of their eyes.

My face masked the exact expression as I stared at the object, twirling it around with both of my hands which only showcased my growing anxiety.

"Are you certain?" I hear a voice question in a doubtful manner.

I turn towards them with a smile that clearly showed it was anything but a piece of good news and replied:

"Yes, we are thoroughly fucked"

Table of Hope, What a Fucking Bitch!

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Volume 1