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                      ♡ Europe ♡

She was just 16. She had her whole life in front of her. She was pressured to become someone she wasn't .She fought and persisted for she knew that she had to be the light of a thousand suns.

Her name is Noelle and you have the opportunity to follow her story and learn from it. So here it goes ;the story of my life.

I was born on a small island that no one knows of ; therefore there was no chance to be discovered and make my Mark. Yet I still wanted to test my luck and see how far it actually goes.

Life went as normal as it could have; I had friends, was good in school, had an amazing family and I was happy. But as I grew up there was something lurking inside of me and I could only get it out if I wrote. Wrote till my hand was numb,pressed that pencil so hard until droplets of crimson seeped out. The pages all coloured in red but the words painted a beautiful symphony that was my life and still is.

There was nothing I did more than writing my heart out. Except crying it out. I was judged and criticized because I wrote, called names and thrown against lockers. One would hate that, but for me it was just another reason to disappear.

It all can be summed up in a paragraph yet when you're a teen, and everything depends on how famous you are ; it ends up being so much more. This so-much-more phase  began when I stepped into secondary school; so reluctantly that I felt like I was being heaved by  an invisible figure.

The few friends I had,had all moved; leaving me curled up in a book and in solitude as usual. All I wanted to do was hide in a corner and cry for my mum to take me back home but I wasn't that type of person; the type of person that speaks her mind. I had a lot to give but I kept it close.

We were in assembly, assigned our teachers and given the timetable. Left alone to scour our way; lurking through the new campus. None of us knew it but all of us had named it as 'Hell on Earth'.

My first day was special yet full of the ordinary; paper planes were thrown in the air,homework assigned,students grumbled and their laughter filled the air. All I did in response was shrug everything off and find shelter in the library;my second home.

English, Math,German, double lesson of Chemistry, boring stuff and more lessons and going to the library (the highlight of my day) that was all my school life consisted of .Until. Until I met Christie;  short for Christina Marie Ross.

She was the death of me.

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                              •America•
                   
                     He was unknown.

              Hiding behind his guitar.

                He wanted to escape.

          No one would have noticed.