Broketeen-fic Geschichten

I was a self-proclaimed level ten zombie slayer, a girl well known for being a trouble magnet, thanks Mum. I was sarcastic and always appealed to people finding my company joyful. Expect for the mysterious boy that kept his distance from me, I thought it was my bad breathe at first, but he distanced himself from everyone in fact. That slowly killed me with curiosity to find out why he was like that, despite everyone's warnings of his anger outbursts. Something was just different and he was not just the boy with tattoos. WARNING⚠: PG 13 L. Use of strong language. ➕ I couldn't come up with a better non- cliché title, bare with me.