Olivia 's pov.
Some people are just not meant to be understood. Like me. I'm lost in a world full of fake people. Yet i am also fake myself. My soul is gone because I left it hidden from curious eyes, so i can fit in. Its hard to find special people that can understand the person you truly are.
Who am I?
This is the question that we need to ask ourselves. We let what people think of us control who we are, and that will one day make us all go mad.
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As i log off of my computer, i think about the blog i just wrote. Who am I? I think to myself. I smile at the thought. I started my blog 2 months ago and had 15 viewers. At least someone cares. My life hasn't been that great for a couple of years now. I'm now 17 almost 18, I have brown hair that goes to my waist , and am the height of 5"3'. I am Dominican and French.
I was 13 when it all went down. My father died of a heart attack, and my mother blamed me. It was that simple to say. I don't know why she blamed me though. I didn't do anything to deserve the beatings. I ran away once. And that was when I found them. They saved me for the time being. That's why i became who i am today.
Oh how rude of me. I almost for got to introduce myself. The names Olivia Rodriguez, and I'm a street fighter. I may look innocent but trust me I'm not.
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Sorry that the chapter is short but they will get longer soon.
