•Prologue•

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Date Started: April 11, 2018

Date Ended: April 11, 2020

Language: English, Tagalog, Korean, & Spanish.

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She's merciless, She's dangerous, She has a painful but truth secrets. She's Sarah Mae Arciela, 20 year young girl.

Meet her cold stares, her cold voice, meet the bullets in her dangerous mouth that is full of secrets. Will you meet the good side of hers? She's hiding it and faking that she's always okay. Always smiling like a demon doing something awesome.

She's not just a girl nor a gangster, she has a reason why she's doing her bad habbits. It's all because of 'FAKE'

SARAH•

Nakatayo ako sa harap ng lapida ni mom, I smirked and remembered who killed her. Traitor, such a traitor friend.

Akalain mo? I was right all the time mom. Ang tanga mo kasi, ayan kasalanan mo rin at nagtatangatangahan ka. But I won't blame you, I'll blame Keesha for what she did.

Don't worry, I'll kill her for you.

Tapos ko iyong maisip sa aking isipan ay bumagsak na ang malakas na ulan, tingnan mo. Nalalapit na ang kamatayan mo tita Keesha, tinuring kitang tunay na pamilya pero anong ginawa mo? Aasa pa ba ako? I snickered, nanatiling nakatayo ako habang ipinasok sa bulsa ng jacket ko ang dalawa kong kamay.

Malakas na ang ulan at ako ay narito, nababasa na ang salamin ko, buong katawan ko ay basang basa na at nakikita ko ang pagtakbo ng mga tao sa paligid dahil mas naging maulan at kumikidlat na din, pero heto parin ako nakatayo at ipinagmamasadan ang mga butil na tubig na bumaba galing sa taas.

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