Did you ever wonder if maybe someone is writing all the bad things for you and you alone?
Did you ever feel like the world was against you or that you were just unlucky? In my case, it was both.
When I was three years old, my uncles, aunts, and even my grandparents refused to take me in after my parents died in a car accident.
The family, with whom my parents were friends, took me under their shadow and gave me a happy life as they took care of their kids.
It wasn't like they had adopted me to give me their name; they were raising me for some unknown purpose.
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Fanfiction"Come on, don't be so shy." He pulled me back into his lap; the contact between our bodies was oddly terrifying. He knew the type of girl I was, and I expected him to take it slow. "Mikey, please, someone will see us." I looked around in fear; how...
