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A photo of what the main character; Grace looks like.





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It was just like any other day. Bullies talking shit about me. Pushing me around, knocking me to the ground, beating me up. Gossip all over the school that I'm a whore. I don't get it. What did I ever do to deserve this? I have never done anything wrong. I've never gossiped, punched, smacked, kicked, tripped, or anything mean to one of them. The only one who ever helped me was Dante. He understood how I felt. He was bullied because of his blue hair. They called him gay and stupid, until when the school caught on fire, he was running to the door, but only to be pushed back into the burning building. Everyone thought that he died. I did to. I cried and cried everyday, hopping that it was all just a terrible nightmare. After that day, everything got out of hand. Those bitches beat the shit out of me every damn second they got. Now the boys on the football team were also calling me an asshole and a whole. I continuously get black eyes and possibly some broken bones, but my healing magics can usually heal me back up. Until that one day...


One of the girls that pushed me around, brought a gun into school. Sasha was her fucking name. White hair, ender pearl purple eyes, evil glare everywhere. She was one of the most popular kids in my whole Middle School. She pulled it out during math, and aimed at me. She shoots...













































































And hit the target.

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