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A Hamilton Runaway

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anthonyramos daveeddiggs groffsouce hamilton jasmine linmaunelmiranda phillpasoo ramos renee themightyoak

It's not easy being a runaway. Not when your just turned 16 and your mom just killed your dad and brothers right in depth of you. Take it from me. I was a runaway for about a month or two. Don t really remember much really. All I remember is just a lot of blank spaces. I guess I spaced out a lot. I then auditioned for a some random musical because I was bored. I got the partner was mugged and stabbed in the arm. So like I said, it's hard being a runaway. But that's not the point. The names Snowflake Odom. I trying to reach out every single kid that is going through abuse. Don't worry tell someone and they will help you. Don't worry. 

 Hello. It's my first story up here so please don't leave any hate. I only read good comments or grammar comments. I got the idea from a few story's that I've read from everywhere really. Please read and sorry for all the cringe.All Rights Reserved

anthonyramos daveeddiggs groffsouce hamilton jasmine linmaunelmiranda phillpasoo ramos renee themightyoak

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My Confessional by PolarizedBoy

Writing a memoir at only fifteen years old has taught me a lot. Giving me the time to reflect on the lessons I learned the hard way and the mistakes I've made thus far. I learned, if there is at least two sides to every story, there is at least two sides to every person. What could be a smile is a broken heart in a deeper reality. We all live in a society where nothing is as it seems, the people being more complex and astonishing than the countless novels we read. And in a world ruled by tragedies, we are the survivors. Getting through our own history, more important to us then what we read in school. We take our story one page at a time, word by word because in the end, it will all be worth it. I dedicate this memoir to the people who have been with me on my journey of self discovery, even if only in spirit. Mom- Who has made non stop sacrifices to ensure my happiness and well being. Nothing would be possible without you! Grandma- Who has inspired me and made a huge influence to the person I am now and who I'll be in the future. Callie- My own personal slave, illustrator, editor and full time best friend. You know I love you <3 Ariana Grande- My celebrity inspiration, showing me that it's ok to "love who you love, no one can judge, follow your heart and don't give up", getting me through the long and lonely nights. Be sure to buy her new album "Moonlight", hopefully to be released this year and her new fragrance "Ari" in accordance to the "Be You" campaign. Adam Young (Of Owl City)- My first artist I listened to, your songs make me think of the past and the new adventures to come. Sam Tsui- The album "Make it up" taught me to not be scared of not knowing what's going to happen next. Being young and naive Isn't necessarily a bad thing, as it brings way to new experiences, to be vulnerable and crying doesn't make you any less of a person. That we're all human and it's ok to embrace it.

TWO DRUNK F_CKS by catherinethewilliams

Any party I go to, the plan has always been the same thing. Drink, get high, dance, make my friends stop me from doing something crazy like stripping in public, the list goes on. With my rusty red hair, I easily made the creatures with dicks flock all over me like I was their mama duck. In that area, there were three Fs I followed strictly by. Flirt. Fuck. Flee. Simple. Despite my friends never hesitated to name me an alcoholic, I made sure not to drink too much so that the moment dawn reached, I was gone. So they wouldn't have the opportunity to either want more, or beat me into leaving first. I cringed at the first one, and was terrified of the second. I hated being left alone so I did it to others. So tell me how on earth in all my twenty-seven years of being on this earth, I woke up with a stranger in my car? The little dimple faced dude from last night's gender reveal party was in here, by my side, and was... AWAKE. With the most disturbingly cynical smile I had ever laid my eyes on. What the hell? And guess what was the first thing he said to me. "Who knew noble-births liked fucking in a parking lot? Nice tits by the way." SLAP! I found my palm on his stunned cheek.

Cold Water by adaline_meadows

[BWWM] I was only twelve years old when the world turned cold. The day my mom died in that car accident, I felt like someone had dumped a bucket of ice water over my heart. My dad, who had always been my hero, suddenly became a stranger, filled with rage and blame. He couldn't see that I was hurting, too; he only saw me as a reminder of his loss. The accusations cut deep. He said it was my fault for being there, for not doing something to save her. For being the reason she was in the car in the first place. In the years that followed, things only got worse. The abuse started gradually-a harsh word here, a shove there-but it escalated, leaving scars that I carried long after the physical pain faded. I was drowning in my own despair, struggling to keep my head above water while my father's anger raged like a storm around me. I only had a break from his anger when I started living with Aunt Dina-my mom's older sister. Well, that was because she found me nearly dead on my bed after I took a dozen pills. I was tired of living. I had hit rock bottom. The harsh whispers that followed me around and the stares at school. I pretended not to notice, like it didn't bother me. But it did. I was alone. Then came Athalia, a ray of sunshine cutting through my darkness. With her, I felt something I hadn't felt in years-happiness. She became my light through the darkness and my lifeline. ••••••••••• ● Warnings ⚠️ ~ Mention of suicide ~ Anxiety attacks ~ Rape attempt ~ Mention of self-harm ~ Depression

The Power Within Her by cowgirl10120

Am I a troubled kid? Yeah, some may say that, but in my heart, I know I'm good. I serve justice where it's needed. I only beat up the kids that pick on others. Before you ask, yes, I do know both of my parents, I just haven't seen them since I was 6. It's not like they ran from me, or anything like that, but they supposedly died in a horrible car accident. I don't believe them because I was in the car the day it happened. How was I the only one who survived? Of course I was put in a coma for 4 months, but still...

The Queen Of The Cobras by AThousandShores

~ONGOING 1st Draft~ Trauma isn't something you're born with, so why does it stick with you for life? Why is it so bad I fear going outside? Fear people? Fear crowds? Fear speaking itself? I've never had much but, with time, more and more kept gradually being taken away from me; my dreams, my hopes, and even parts of myself. Now, the one thing I thought I'd never lose- my comfort. Everything in my life changes when those vile people cut me off, kick me out, and abandon me. Just like they did to him. They took away the last thing I had to bring me comfort- the four walls of my apartment. The only hope I have to figure out what happened to my family is to accept a not-so-pleasing offer and go against everything I've lived my life by. What could possibly go wrong? Right? ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ 18+ TW: Stalking, mass shooting, violence, blood Currently in progress and will be edited regularly. It will also be a slow and long build up. Thank you for reading!

Her Breaking Point by AuthorOliviaGrace

He had rules for a reason, or thats what he said. I did something wrong I got punished. I spoke out of turn, I got punished. I looked at him or ate without permission, I got punished. Haven thats what they named me funny isn't it? Ironic really. They named me Haven because my mom would say I was her 'Safe Haven'. What a pile of shit that was. She left willingly, she didn't depart because of some tragic accident. My father didn't kill her. She left because she was a coward who didn't want kids. As soon as my older brother went to college she left. I knew she hated me. I was the product of her love with another man. A constant reminder that her life didn't work out the way it was planned. He who ever he was is a phantom in its own. A deep rooted fantasy never going to come true. My brother left, my mother left, my grandma ignored, and my father broke. They let me give up hope on escaping and then decided to play hero. But I haven't forgotten everything I went through. Guilt consumes my brother but I don't care, you don't get to leave and then buy a reprieve of trying to save someone who has been dead for years. Besides lets just be honest I reached my breaking point long ago.

Runaway by ikc_writes

"Catch me if you can" Matilda Colombo had been running her entire life, until it all came to a crashing ending. Being caught was not her thing, and everyone knew it, or so they thought that they did. Living in the unsafe outskirts of Los Angeles, which is known for making stars in Hollywood, lives Matilda Colombo. But none of this matters, when 6 brothers catch her stealing from a nearby stall. She knew, immediately, that they did not fit in, so she ran. She ran, thinking she had outsmarted them, but that all comes to an end, when she gets caught, and people start confessing to her. "You think you can run your whole life? Well, little sister, I've played your game before, and you can't outsmart the winner" But when things take an unexpected turn, can she runaway, when there is more people depending on her to be good, rather than bad? Does she understand that people are expecting her to throw her entire life away, what she has known for 16, almost 17 years, is about to vanish from her clutch and she has no idea how to explain that pretty dresses and high heels isn't something for her. "Yell and scream in my face, call me all the names you want, throw me out, but remember this, you can't change me. No one can change me. This is the person I am, and if you don't like it, let me know, and I'll walk out the door, right here, right now" These boys think they know everything about girls, having slept with half of New York, that they think a 16 year old girl, will be who they are after. They think winning people is the aim of the game. That people need to follow them, but what happens when someone sticks out, and won't commit to their plan? "You don't know me! You don't know a single thing about me and that doesn't bother you! You only care about yourself, and that's fine, but stop pretending to care about me" --------------------------------------------------------------- Started: 18.06.24 Finished:

Pinky Promise by amateurwriter39

" How do you start a story? Maybe by simply saying 'Once upon a time...' or 'In a far off place 'Yea that's how most would but not me. In fact the story happened so fast it gives me whiplash thinking about how my first love became more than my best friend thru trauma. Our story really doesn't have a clear beginning,all I can say is we have known each other for a long time. It starts with us as babies, and no not just any babies but in the womb not yet born. Who would have guessed I would have to spend my life dreading the day I was born or should I say we, Before you jump to conclusions no we are not brothers just really close friends. Our moms have been best friends since Junior high,so of course we were destined to meet each other. But living together is another story. Our moms have always been close, when my dad died my mom had to raise such a hellion of a child alone which was too much for one mother to bare,which is how we met again. It had been 16 years,You would think he would remember me,but i guess the memories of me were buried so deep. Because of one unlucky night,everything changed." Little did I know my time with him would be the most chaotic time of my entire existence,how do you tell your childhood best friend who has no memory of you and your forever promise that you love him when he shuts out the entire world for unknown reasons. How do you stay by his side when he himself can't accept that two broken souls were always fated to meet.How do you fix yourself and love your better half when you can't keep shit together. "I like you Gulf...I kept my promise...it has always been you", his raspy voice sending an echo into my head,making me tremble and fall onto the ground and my once clear vision had gone black. [Oh yea did I forget to mention we are both guys} Warning-May cause trauma and may not be written well,considering this is my first story,enjoy the possessive and clingy mew,while learning about traumatizing details. You have been warned

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My Confessional

Writing a memoir at only fifteen years old has taught me a lot. Giving me the time to reflect on the lessons I learned the hard way and the mistakes I've made thus far. I learned, if there is at least two sides to every story, there is at least two sides to every person. What could be a smile is a broken heart in a deeper reality. We all live in a society where nothing is as it seems, the people being more complex and astonishing than the countless novels we read. And in a world ruled by tragedies, we are the survivors. Getting through our own history, more important to us then what we read in school. We take our story one page at a time, word by word because in the end, it will all be worth it. I dedicate this memoir to the people who have been with me on my journey of self discovery, even if only in spirit. Mom- Who has made non stop sacrifices to ensure my happiness and well being. Nothing would be possible without you! Grandma- Who has inspired me and made a huge influence to the person I am now and who I'll be in the future. Callie- My own personal slave, illustrator, editor and full time best friend. You know I love you <3 Ariana Grande- My celebrity inspiration, showing me that it's ok to "love who you love, no one can judge, follow your heart and don't give up", getting me through the long and lonely nights. Be sure to buy her new album "Moonlight", hopefully to be released this year and her new fragrance "Ari" in accordance to the "Be You" campaign. Adam Young (Of Owl City)- My first artist I listened to, your songs make me think of the past and the new adventures to come. Sam Tsui- The album "Make it up" taught me to not be scared of not knowing what's going to happen next. Being young and naive Isn't necessarily a bad thing, as it brings way to new experiences, to be vulnerable and crying doesn't make you any less of a person. That we're all human and it's ok to embrace it.