Not a Disease

Not a Disease

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I'm not a disease. I'm worse, I'm different. Hurtable, invisible, but the one and only me. Hey I'm Jayme Fledge, I'm different than everyone else and I couldn’t change it if I wanted to. I go to Paris Hill School for the “Talented Youth”, at least that’s what they call it but I'm the first one in more than twenty years that’s got in for being talented. That’s why I'm different; I don’t have rich parents that paid for me to get in, in fact I don’t have any at all. I was found out on the street and the orphanage took me in. The people around me tell me to embrace it, not care. So that’s what I do. Now I'm the invincible, noticed and the one and only Jay Fledge.
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My name is Megan Joker, my mum think of me as a failure she will rather pick another woman's child over me, And my dad? He doesn't exist sister? Yes I have a step sister who think i'm a loser and always want everything I have even though she already has everything I don't have and her dad doesn't even care about my existence, Friends? All my school mates think i'm a freak and they call me cold so I don't have friends Greatest fear? Autophobia;fear of being alone, which I can't help cos i've never been nobody's business so i've been living with my fears all my life. Conclusion: Nobody want me even life itself hate me, it has tried to break me but i'm strong or maybe i'm only pretending to be cos i'm getting weak and its getting hard for me to hold on the wall of my strength is cracking I need someone to save me, anyone, please!!! "My though look is just a camouflage my heart is indeed weak and my soul needs to be fixed" Note: I know my writing skill is poor but please don't let that prevent you from enjoying the story, thanks.

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