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The ugly jagged scar runs down my arm about 3 inches in length. Taking deep breathes; I close my eyes and let my finger run down the scar. I’ve never told anyone how I got this scar, when people ask I always tell them it’s from an accident while I was at work. Escaping from a house with a young child in my tow. I say a ceiling beam fell down on me and it tore through my arm. The first part is true but the beam never fell, that part is a lie.

Saint, that's her chosen name and if she has her own way no one would know her real one. If she has her own way a lot of things would happen, her mom would have never left, she would be normal and she would get to be with Nika. Yup, she's just another teenager in Toronto, she has a best friend to die for and a massive crush, the kind that makes you feel high on drugs and want to die at the same time. Just another teen... except her crush is a girl. Nika, Italian, hot and a big tease. Saints just trying to survive high school and she almost does too, until Nika decides to have a little fun.

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