Rock Rule Academy

Rock Rule Academy

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You might wonder what kind of story is this or does this story have a happy ending? Sometimes I don't know if my story has a happy ending. You might ask does this story has a monster in it? Yes, there is many different kind of the beast in my story. Some are kind and loyal to you, but there are some who are vicious that you want to hide underneath your bed. Another thing you might ask is this story going to end, nope, it is just the beginning and let me tell you that my story is not a romantic chick flick, maybe, it is, but I don't believe it though or let just say I don't want to fall in love. But my story doesn't have a prince charming saving damsel in distress. Well, I think not. . . If there was where is he? I need him right now, maybe. Let me tell you where it all started and how it started . . .
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What did they mean? I knew who I was, didn't I? I was Rosalia Mallory, a girl left on the doorstep of our town's foster agency to find a new home. From there I went through three homes before at the age of 16 instead of having to live in the group home I secured enough money to, along with the money the foster carers were given for me, to buy an apartment building. Alongside a job bartending and waitressing I had enough money to attend college and am currently studying Religion and Mythology, Creative writing and Art. Just a normal teenage girl with a normal life. But at the same time, I'm not. Who am I? Seems like the most cliché question a teenager can ask right? Except when your missing months, if not years, of your life suddenly that seemingly simple question takes on a whole new meaning. After all, if you don't know your whole past how can you answer that for yourself?

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