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Once there was a child, who didn't cry when she was born, the doctors thought something was wrong with her but apparently not. She was just a natural born... Mute. She lives her life to be bullied and mocked, discriminated for being the mute she was. Her name is Oaki. Glasses, all smarty nerd and a small figure, through all the judgement she's been through she still treats life as an amazing adventure. So, how does her high school adventure go? Would she survive, who would she encounter and what would happen? Would she meet, the person at the end of her red knot, her soulmate? --- WARNING: Amateur free writer and definitely not PG, kid friendly. As in cussing. And abuse and shits. You know the drill. It's 4AM so hush I'm drunk and high on sugar. Too much sugar. Someone warn everyone that I'm lacking support and productivity to modify chappies, I also need mental health jsyk (just so you know). But yee copy any of my book contents without my content, you're so damn screwed.
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"She's right! She's right! I don't cut in the right spot." My hold tightens on my wrist. The red blood oozes out of my wrist. I slide up and grab my bag and run out of the bathroom. I don't care if people can see the blood I just want to get out. I race for the doors and shove through people. I earn a lot of glares and glances that read "weirdo." I ignore and push. I run to my house and lock myself in my bathroom. I don't bother closing the front door cause I don't care if people come in to kill me. I grab my razor and cut deep cuts into my arm and wrists falling into a pool of my own blood. • • • Evangeline has a great life. Friends? Check! Good grades? Check! Loving family? Check! But what if she has secrets that nobody knows of? What if the only thing she can trust is her secret diary? What if slowly but surly she's dying inside? How can an innocent twelve year old deal with these problems? Will she keep on facing these problem till the day she breaks. Her school burns down forcing her into a different school to meet different people and she has to fit into a different lifestyle as well. Meet Evangeline. Now at 17 years of age in a new high school. Not all girls anymore. No uniform. Meet Drake. Your classic bad-boy. He just moved to Saint Abigail high school. He is assigned partners with the quiet, calm, unnoticed Evangeline. As time progresses he finds that she isn't as happy on the inside as she is on the outside. Can he save her? Or is it too late? • • • Some rude language. Depression and cutting. Don't say I didn't warn you. Okay, I wrote this at the start of this year (may 2016) and I had very poor writing skills. This book hasn't been edited and the whole idea is cliche so I wouldn't recommend you read it but I'm not stopping you, either. Read at your own risk. • • • Copyright © 2017 by -moonlust. All rights reserved.

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