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THE CRAZY TOMBOY
Young Adult Have you ever been in a worst case scenario, where your once wealthy family becomes suddenly poor and begins eating from hand to mouth, and how you have to take on so many part time jobs just to fend for both yourself and your entire family?
Well that was the case of LALISA MANOBAN, popularly known and called Lisa.
She is a pretty nineteen years old and the only child of her parents.
She and her family are from Thailand, but they had to move to Australia, because of her father's job which he later lost.
She is a white skinned girl, with beautiful brown eyes, long lashes and also long black hair, which she made the front into bangs as her signature look.
She is tall and slim in figure, and still had the killer shapes to make any guy go crazy. But all this beauty was hidden behind baggy clothes and huge trousers why?? Because our adorable female lead is a tomboy and she even acts like one!!
Lisa's father came home one day that he had lost his work in the oil company. He was the general manager of the company, in charge of overseeing the funds and finances of the company, but all of a sudden something went wrong and he was instantly fired.
Not too long after, he became in debt and highly burdened by his once light weighted responsibility, and had to borrow money from a gangster loan shark who borrows people money willingly, adds a lot of interest so they won't pay back and sends his boys to harass and beat them up.
He used his wife's mini bar, which was their family's only source of income, as a collateral for the money he borrowed.
Lisa's Dad tried so hard to get another job but all that was available, he began working on a construction site, but quited when he was involved in an accident that claimed one of his legs, since then he became idly useless because no one wanted to hire a disabled man.
When it was time to pay back the money he owed to the loan shark he had no choice than to handover his wife's shop as a collateral, little did he know that an interest has been added to it which is even more higher than the amount he borrowed.
Because he couldn't pay up the interest, every night by 8pm the thugs would appear and beat him up for twenty minutes before going back to their base.
He became saddened and his situation became worse when his now jobless wife became a chronic drunkard and also a gambler. She never seizes to oppress and terrorize him whenever she sees him, because his sight alone angers her.
Lisa had to shoulder her dad's responsibility at the age of fifteen, so that she would be able to fund his hospital bills and also send herself back to school.
Now she is nineteen and ready to go back to school, an agile crazy girl who doesn't let people take her for granted. No damn person could stomp on her and go scott free.
Amidst that crazy personality stood a young girl of wild dreams, and the greatest of all her dreams was that she wanted to become a student in her dream school, a school meant for the rich and not the poor.
Finally another scholarship session came and after applying for the second time that year she was accepted, but she still needed to gather more money for her textbooks and writing materials which was surprisingly very expensive, because it was to be purchased in the school and nowhere else.
After striving to get into the school, she finds out that all she dreamt and thought about the school, was not really what she expected, and things even become worse when she finds herself entangled between the two most popular boys in the school, who are most likely arch enemies
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Author Note...
Hello dear Readers,
Meet Alina and her family.
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