Information Is Everything

Information Is Everything

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Vi- Sarcastic, witty, and unstoppable. Reid- playful, bipolar, and can be arrogant. Add a gang after Vi, and what do you get? TROUBLE. Well, the unnecessary kind anyway. ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• "Why are they looking for you?" His question was so straight forward, I took a step back from him. His eyes were staring at me intently. I was almost tempted to question as to why it was his business. But, I already knew his answer. It was his business because they are now acquainted. •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• Violet has enough dealing with her two best friends Chariot and Scarlett. Not to mention the mere fact that she's hiding from her ex-gang. But when you add in a group of bad boys setting out to help her. What could just possibly go fucking wrong? (Caution a lot of swearing.)
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New town. New identity. Same crazy. I love it!!! (insert enthusiastic voice ) (cough, cough) Not!! I hate it. I hate having to to hide who I am. But to protect the civilians and my new home from being destroyed like my last ones, I have obey the leader's rule. No matter if I do disapprove. But all of that changes when I meet, more like bump into someone who's special. ... DOOR OPENS. "Naomi Satchel!" my mother yells as she comes blaring through the doors. "Yes?" I say as I still lie under the covers. My mother pulls my cover from my body and tosses it on the floor. I quickly sit up in my bed and glare at her. "Get your ass up now you have half an hour left before your first-period starts and you better not be late," she demands. "Mom, this isn't my school. This isn't my home. I don't want to go." I whine and beg my mother at the same time to let me stay home. What was I thinking? My mom has an image to uphold being this perfect mother who loves and cares about her little baby girl. We both know the truth. Until a few years ago, I never even knew she existed. She and my father both agreed to send me here because they couldn't stand the fact that I fell in love with a black boy. Although neither of them would ever admit, that's the only reason why I know of her. I don't want to attend a school where I'm going to have to forsake who I truly am just to fit into their liking. How can I explain that to my mom when she sees everything to be black and white.

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