Prologue:

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I was then 9 years old, when an older guy bullied me for throwing juice in his polo shirt. I was about to cry when he got bumped by a raging truck. I ran along the road with no idea where I was going. I was crying, looking for some help. When my legs gave up from all the running, the rain poured as if it hasn't fall for decades. I shouted along the thunder, it felt so good. It was then when I realized that I can't go back to the way I did before.

After 7 years: I have nothing left. "This life will never change." I said under the dark, night sky with twinkling stars.


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A/N: Hi. I am revising my work 'cuz I was extremely embarrassed reading my story. I knew I'm so terrible at this but since I've started it, I shall finish it! ;-) Hope y'all like it and have patience xD 

-Elsa

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