Life, Death, and Acne

Life, Death, and Acne

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Scarlett just moved to South Park, she hates it and can't stand the people. Will she continue to be alone, or will she find people that can stand by her side, and even find someone to share the rest of her awful life with. AN: This is one of the story's I'm moving over from my old account. I rewrote the description and also rewrote some of the story. Here is the original description. "I am a outcast. black sheep, in other words a fucking goth girl, my conformist mom moved me here to tocher my soul more than it already is. fuck south park and all the people in it, fuck the world. "well maby things might be difent" my mother says, love dident work for my mom, then why would it me?" AN: Cringy I know.. Cover Art: I don't know (if you are the artist, or if you know who the artist is please tell me)
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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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