The Mad Girl

The Mad Girl

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She is as mad as the hatter, insane as the joker himself, dark as the shadow that lingers behind you, and unwanted as the word lonely. She is the mad girl. Inspiration from the book The Mad Witch "Shhhhhh, I know you feel alone in this world, I can help you." She said flouting around me in circles. "Mama says I've been a bad girl. That I need to pray, i-" "Pray Pray never stray, from the path your mother may," she giggles " I have no god, there is no god. Only power. So do have a deal?" She said holding out her soft hand. I thought about it. If I say yes I may never be safe, if I say no I don't know what will happen. "Yes, but if you kill someone I love, I will kill you." I said taking her hand in mine.
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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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