Prologue

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I'm not the type of girl that fantasies over boys, academics, music, really anything.  I have been tormented to the point of no joy escaping my heart.  I know that just sounds like some cheesy shit from some twelve year-old girl, but sometimes it's not a beg for attention, but a cry for help.
     No one speaks to me in a clear voice, they always screech at the sight of me.  For some reason, seeing a girl with ear-buds basically surgically attached to her ears, is frightening. 
     This will be my first year at high school, I'm not thrilled.  With no friends, abusive parents, and disheveling interactions, I have no backup. 
   

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⏰ Last updated: Jun 04, 2019 ⏰

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