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where the seemingly brokenless elict their bandages

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Onyx Jones. I don't have very many friends. I don't have a lot of money. I don't shop at mainstream stores at the shopping mall. I don't go to Starbucks so often they know my name. I don't carry around a coach bag. I would much rather live in the realm of my dreams than the reality I was given.

I'm average, never fantastic at anything, but usually not too horrible.

I'm not a big fan of mega popular singers like Taylor Swift and Jason Derulo. On the contrary, I don't mind a little Ed Sheeran every once in a while. I kind of do my own thing.

I don't have a boyfriend or girlfriend to sweep me off my feet. In all generality, I'm not really into relationships at all. I'm more of a lone wolf. One night stands and friendships are my parameters. Some might consider me a slu but I really don't mind. It's kind of liberating, but I don't care about much anymore.

I'm moody and agitated, most people can't deal with me. My bestfriend is Natalia, we call her Nat though. She's stunning, but she doesn't know it. I have two other friends, Caden and Dakota. Everyone thinks I fuck them too, but honestly I wouldn't. They're the only friends I have other than Nat, I would never treat them that way.

I'm not a good person sometimes.

I don't normally obey the rules and if I do, I'm bending them. Although I pretend I'm pretty happy, I'm not normally. I'm don't beg for pity, but I have my logistics behind my unhappiness. My parents both died in a shooting at a night club by a gang called Norento who lurk around the alleys and backstreets of Portland, Oregon. My parents were hugely involved in a drug dealing, so when a fallout happens between you and a competitor, and worst comes to worst.

I now live with my grandmother and grandfather who have given me the liberty a building a small but comfortable guest house that connects to theirs for my 16th birthday, leaving me space as I was getting. I miss my dad a lot, we were close. I say I don't mind it anymore, but I do. I spend most of the gloomy, rainy Oregon days curled up in bed sulking or with my current conquest; just trying to numb the pain.

I've never had a serious boyfriend. No dreadful back story about how my heart was broken and never loved again. I was just never really that interested in anyone. Sure I've had a few crushes, but I never acted on them. I hide in the shadows of my secrets and lies and I'm fine with that.

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hey guys welcome back and if ur new hello i love you!!!

so basically this is 100% my ideas so if you're stealing it i hope u choke on a cockroach :-)

also this isnt gonna be hella cliche n shit bc my last fanfiction was just gross
(ok yeah it probably will be)

hopefully ill update tomorrow but no promises babes <3

i love u & go fuck yourself

disclaimer: this book will have vulgar language and sex scenes so if you aren't about that dont keep reading thx