Home of the Devil's Angels

Home of the Devil's Angels

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Mallory Lewis was your typical teenager, but came from the most difficult of homes. One night while taking a walk she hears sirens and the next thing she knows is that she's trapped. Mallory meets someone who can help her, but will their secrets affect their bond? Will the insanity of the others get to her? Will she ever find out what happened that night? Find out in Home of the Devils Angels ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Sorry if there's spelling//errors Don't take my story, not that anyone will read it.. And say whatever in the comments :) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Hey it's Darbs, hope you enjoy my story!
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What did they mean? I knew who I was, didn't I? I was Rosalia Mallory, a girl left on the doorstep of our town's foster agency to find a new home. From there I went through three homes before at the age of 16 instead of having to live in the group home I secured enough money to, along with the money the foster carers were given for me, to buy an apartment building. Alongside a job bartending and waitressing I had enough money to attend college and am currently studying Religion and Mythology, Creative writing and Art. Just a normal teenage girl with a normal life. But at the same time, I'm not. Who am I? Seems like the most cliché question a teenager can ask right? Except when your missing months, if not years, of your life suddenly that seemingly simple question takes on a whole new meaning. After all, if you don't know your whole past how can you answer that for yourself?

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