To Live or To Die
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    To Live or To Die

    Teen Fiction

    Keira must find her place in the world before it's too late. Will her fears get in her way? Will the constant bullying end her as we know it? Read to find out about Keira and how not to judge a book by it's cover. And maybe a little romance.

    Chapter 1

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    This is my story. Please don't copy it. Everything in this story is by me and I own the characters. I will update as often as I can! Thanks for reading and I will try my best! 
    
                          
    ~Sommer
    
                          
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    Chapter 1
    
                          
    Here I am again. I'm glaring death strait in the eye. It's not the first time I've ever done this. Actually, it happens a lot these days. 
    
                          
    I never get breaks in the drama. Not even in the summer. I'm just another one of their victims. Often I wonder what the hell I did to them. I would love to know why they bully me so much. Is it because I stand up to them? Or is because I'm different? 
    
                          
    My name is Keira. I'm a lot different than your average 14 year old girl. Sure yeah I look like a typical white girl, long blonde hair with blue eyes. Shorter in my own opinion at 5 foot 2 inches, but looking at someone and seeing their outside is not who they are. 
    
                          
    Don't be judging books by their cover because what if a book with an elaborate cover turns out boring? Then that book who's cover has nothing on it except that it's plain tan turns out to be the best book you've ever read?
    
                          
    I say this because I'm judged a lot by my looks. I'm not the prettiest girl around and I know it. I dress different and apparently if I look different than everyone else I'm a slut. 
    
                          
    I'm not slut, I don't think I am at least, but then again who am I? I used to look at myself and see this strong, intelligent girl that didn't have care in the world of what people said about her. Now, all I see is a girl afraid of the world and all it's problems. 
    
                          
    Why am I glaring death strait in the eye again? Because the thoughts of just ending this life and all of it's problems sounds so simple and easy. It sounds like a sleep, an endless sleep at that. One where I can rest in peace forever. The only problem is, I care about people in this world and I can't leave them. Not yet.
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