I hate Mondays. Somehow, over the weekend, my teachers become evil, sending us home with so much homework that our backpacks nearly split. I work dutifully on some history (curse you, history). I growl and face plant into my book.
"I'm never gonna get this!!" I whine into the pages before lifting up my head to try again. It was the beginning of eighth grade and I was already sick of history. I started to read the same paragraph for the billionth time when I heard something scrape against my window. Of course, I look up, and I see a flash of brownish green across my window, befuddling me. How...? I think, getting up and beginning to head towards roof access. I lightly push open the door, peering out onto the rooftop. What I see makes me freeze.
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The Girl that Never Wins
FanfictionMaggie is many things. A mother, a friend, a... monster? She struggles between how she IS and how she WAS while slowly falling for the most impossible of boys. How can she survive when her blood-covered hands are still ready to kill? How can she fi...
