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Boston Mathews; 15 year old criminal, sent to Marinas School of Delinquents for the wrong reason. I mean, for all ive done, I probably should be here. But the cause for which I am here, is totally misunderstood. Sure, yeah, I was caught trying to sneak into a hospital and slit the throat of one of its patients. But the thing is, is that the patient is a terrorist, with a team of over twenty highly trained snipers, bombers, and overall murderers. When the man found out what I was trying to do, he was amused. He found it funny that a twelve-year-old, shorter-than-average girl, thought she could kill him. So he didnt press charges. Instead, he actually paid for me to come to this stupid school, thinking it may contain me. But he was wrong. When I find him, I will kill him.
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-Blake- Rose stands not too far in front of the ring looking at me, her face is pale and my gut twists in ways it never has. She shouldn't be here, why the hell is she here? My hands drop to my side, the victorious feeling once flowing through me is replaced with one of dread. She saw me fighting. ------- -Rose- "Alright. Time for you to go." He says. I feel the pull on my arm as he tries to take me away but my feet feel like they are glued to the ground as I continue to look at Blake. He has a little smirk on his face as he looks over the crowd. A look so completely different than any of the ones I saw the other day. Then our eyes meet, and his smirk drops. He drops his hands that were just held high in victory and looks at me like he's seeing a ghost. The guard pulls harder on my arm and I go flying back into his chest. "Listen here, I don't want to manhandle you, so do as I fucking say. Move." He growls as he pushes me into the crowd of celebrating people. I do what he says and start walking towards the exit, but I look over my shoulder one last time before I'm too far in the crowd to see anything. Blake's hands are fisted by his side and his face is red with anger, his eyes are focused on the hands that are on me pushing me away from him. ----- I am the original owner of this book, please do not copy. Strong language and themes of abuse, mental illness and violence. I don't own any of the pictures used in this story. #1 in alone 11/23/21 #1 in strong 11/30/21 #2 in boxing 4/19/22 #1 in goodgirl 5/8/22 #1 in fighting 5/19/22

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