There was nothing different about her to the public eye. She was a girl who took the faded blue used car, sat in a desk with names scratched into the wood at her community college, but on the inside it was chaos. Thoughts clashed around inside her head as she sat in class with Professor Marvin and her best friend, Veronica. She needed space and she needed to talk, but she was going to blow up if she spent a moment alone talking out loud. You see her life was not a fairytale and her thoughts were as wild as her rampant heart, which tore over and through everything she ever loved. At least those were her thoughts.
In her reality, life was more than what was told. Life had to be explored, created, figured out. She needed to get away. Not from people, but from herself. The only thing she knows is that she can convince herself of anything, and that's all she needed to do to survive. And at this moment in her life, the only truth she knew was that her name was Thalia Winters.
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Legacy Girl
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