Prosím...Moc tě prosím

Prosím...Moc tě prosím

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Jednoho dne....vlastně se mi to stává pořád rodiče se hádají a já už to tentokrát nevydržím ...to znamená že jdu pryč..jdu pryč od rodičů který neměli ic jiného na práci než se hádat a opíjet a vyjíždět po dětech.... je to můj první příběh tak to zkuste pochopit a zrovna nějaká velká češtinářka nejsem tak se předem omlouvám kdyby jsem tu měla chyby....a také nepíšu čárky tak to neberte jako chybu prostě myšlenky jdou napřet a já nestíhám psát a čárky mě jenom zdržují děkuju za pochopení ..... láskuju vás BARUŠE
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My name is Kokichi. Kokichi Ouma. Student from the Mizanaki High School. I'm 16 but I'm by far the shortest boy in my class. And the weakest too. I guess that explains why I'm always their favorite victim... Kaito Momota and Gonta Gokuhara... I hate them. Every day, they ask me to bring them money. Every day, they ask for even more. Every day, they destroy my bag and hurt me if I dare not have what they asked. They've been racketeering me for so much time I don't even have any of my pocket money left to give them. I have to steal from my parents and to lie to them in order to get what they want and not to get any more bruises than I already have. At home, it's hard to hide my bruises and my injuries, especially to my mom. But I somehow manage with my purple locks. As for healing my injuries, I know how to deal with it. I may have become as good in this than Mikan Tsumiki, the Ultimate Nurse. Then I rewrite my homeworks if they have been destroyed once again by Momota. ... I wish I had a guardian angel... Someone who would protect me from Momota... who would protect me behind the scenes... When I said that prayer out loud, I had no idea... that someone heard me. And that that someone would make my wish come true the worst way possible... Changing my life into a living hell... A nightmare even worse... At that moment, I asked for a guardian angel... But what I received was none other than a demon... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Warning !! This story contains dark themes such as harassing, stalking, kidnapping, paranoïd (a bunch of nice things in other words XD).

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