Psycho

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Last published Tue, Jul 31, 2018

bully bullying fanfiction killer mystery

I've done quite alot of bad things. None of them as bad as what led me to this point of my life. Now I could lie all I want and say I didn't mean to do it, or that I didn't know what I was doing. But the truth is, I did know what I was doing. I liked doing it. So with out further ado this is the story of how I became labelled a psychopath.

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REVERSED
what will you do when everything you believed is not what it is... this is purely a fanfic... Sorry for any grammatical error. ..
When I'm gone | Phan
This story contains selfharm and bullying brase yourself. (Also sorry if there are spelling mistakes)
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Curvaceous Not Fat
Not many take pride in their weight, but I do. I'm a size sixteen, 44DD, and an ass most wish they had. I'm beautiful with long, dark hair flowing down my back. My tits doesn't sag, my ass doesn't sag and I have clear skin. What would I have to feel bad about? Don't get me wrong at one point I did feel bad. Wouldn't you if you were constantly called fat? Thanks to six of the best friends you could ask for I know what to say when people call me fat. "Hey Allison, you fat ass." Says Cynthia as she walks past me laughing with her clones right alongside if her. I turn and glare at her. "Hey Cynthia, I'm curvaceous not fat. Get it right." The silence is golden. I smile as I stuff the rest of my stuff into my locker and walk to homeroom to meet with my friends. *Characters: Allision Ja'hara Dave Austin Justin Brad Ashton* Have you ever felt like you didn't belong? What can you do when it seems like everyone hates you? How do you take being redicule? You turn the negatives into positives. So what you can't wear the sizes 0-5. Let them have it. Embrace the skin you in. Baby you're curvaceous, not fat. Never forget that. Most of the time people can change, but not everyone. Some will always think they're better then rest. No matter how big or how small someone is, words can be hurtful. No one can change overnight. One day you might be the bully and the next you are the victim. Be careful what you do and say because karma will get you, and it will hurt.
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Guava City
I was about 10 years old when I had to kill my first to keep myself safe. I may remember other exciting and decisive events in my young age life as well, but never expected to one day be the main suspect of being a cruel serial-killer in a foreign country, I do not have memories of killing all that people, I may have a selective memory, it explain all the happiness when I heard that all of them were dead and the blood stain in my shoes. In most of the other people 's I can be a miserable unlucky woman, but when I sleep, I am God.
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SOUL SURVIVORS
HOW DID THIS THESE TWO CRAZY TEENS END UP IN A FOREST OF DEATH,AND SURVIVE. WELL READY IT AND YOU'LL JUST FIND OUT. *WARNING SOMEONE PART MAY BE OFFENSIVE TO SOMEONE READERS AND GRAPHIC*
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The Tormentors (Prey Series #1)
I escaped one monster, only to stumble on three more. At Milestone High, they're practically gods-power, wealth, and dangerously sharp looks making them untouchable. But these monsters? They've set their eyes on me, and they're not the type to play nice. They want to break me, to strip me bare and expose the secrets I've fought so hard to bury. What they don't realize is that I've faced demons far worse than anything they can imagine. Letting them dig up my past? Not an option. If they think they can shatter me and force my hand, they're in for a surprise. Because if they want to uncover my secrets, they'll have to "try harder".
All My Fault... (BxB)
“Hey faggot!” I winced at the sound of the one and only star quarter back. He wasn't wrong, I was gay, but that word was just so offensive. I hated that I came out, hated the fact more than you could ever guess. It had cost me all but three of my friends, most of my freedom and every second that had been left of my childhood. When I loudly and discourteously turned down the prettiest girl in the whole school she screamed at me “what, are you gay?!” to which I decided to truthfully reply “yeah, got a problem with that?!” At the time I felt triumphant, giddy even and shouted at the top of my lungs 'I'm gay!' it had felt so good...but it wasn't worth the price I had to pay...not a week later I went from one of the top five popular guys to having three friends, had the shit beaten out of me at least once a week and went from relatively care-free to being the man of the house, a mom when mom couldn't be there, the cook the cleaner and the surrogate father three days later after I killed my father. I may have not been holding a smoking gun or bloody knife, but it was my fault he died all the same, even if the cops didn't see it.
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My Life With The Creepypastas
My life is alittle weird. I started out as a normal girl walking along a dark ally. Here is where it gets alittle weird, I got kidnapped by a boy. You don't want to know the rest right now, do you? Well, read on and find out what happens. Wondering why the title is My Life With The Creepypastas? Well, start reading and stop dilly dallying please. Please vote and follow me!
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Be careful who you tell your Lies to
A simple lie can ruin someone or something forever.
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