Back To My Self

Back To My Self

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Tue, Oct 6, 2020
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This is a story of a girl who didn't have a place in the social chain, she was just the unknown the forgotten, or so she thought. but this isn't the story you think it is. This girl is in her own world passing judgment secretly to her classmates. Her name is Scarlet Jones and her life isn't easy, alcoholic dad trying to cope with the loss of her mom, her life is far from simple. One day Scarlet crosses the street but fate has something else in store for her when she gets hit by a bus and wakes up trapped in someone elses head, now Scarlet has a front row seat to see what the peers she judged go through. Will Scarlet be able to over come these obstacles fate has set for her? or will she be forever trapped in someones elses head? read and find out! Just in case you were wondering, yes Melissa is me and im ToCool102 but i decided to use my real name. TRIGGER WARNING
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Book 1 of the "Used to Be" Series Scarlett Fisher: the school's resident mean girl. Beautiful, smart (but doesn't let people know), charismatic, confident (or at least that's what everyone thinks.) The truth is, she's scared, Scared that one day people will see past her smile and charm, and see the person she really is on the inside. Scared that someone will remember who she used to be. ~•~ Now I know I seem like a bitch, and your probably thinking I'm your stereotypical mean girl, but I wasn't always like this, back when high school first started. I had a best friend who I thought I would be friends with forever. I was shy and timid, and I was foolish enough to believe what people told me. Back then everyone knew me as Arora. After the incident I decided to stop going by my first name, I had also learned that being mean, and not taking anything form anyone was the only way to get people to treat you with respect. ~•~ Arora Fisher: the girl most people didn't notice until they needed help with homework, the girl who was voted most likely to disappear and no one would notice. The girl who her believed in the good in others, who wanted to just give people a chance, no matter how many red flags. The girl who was lost to tragedy. ~•~ "We'll be broken together." He try's to smile, but he can't manage it and I nod, knowing how much pain he feels. "We'll be broken together." I whisper, after that we sit there, in an empty silence, neither of us wanting to be the first one to speak again, because it feels off, like the sound of our own voices might somehow break our hearts more.

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