With Best Intentions (On Hold Due To Editing)

With Best Intentions (On Hold Due To Editing)

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Chantelle struggled with her early teenage years because of an immunodeficiency that kept her hospitalized through-out high school. She has lost a large majority of her family over the years. Chantelle feels stronger for having outlived her family after she wasn't expected to. On top of her optimistic feelings of surviving she has finally been given permission to apply for college and is excited to start attending classes as someone her age would normally get to do. As soon as she starts adjusting to college life however, her life is thrown for a loop when she learns of her families past. Turns out Chantelle isn't as lucky as she thought, thanks to her family a curse has been passed down unto her. As she struggles with the curse, her health, a kingdom she's told to rule over, and unwanted passion will she be able to attend college like a normal student? Will she be able to ensure a promising future for herself? Or will her intentions become clouded?
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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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