what came first us or them?
That's the question certain individuals keep asking themselves.
If you really want to know what this rag tag mischief books about then read it.
EXCERPT......
Well that's the thing you are all beautiful and yes let them call you freaks who cares it cant hurt if its true. I'm a freak she said, they all stood quite as she looked around at them I'm a freak she repeated once again and I revel in the knowledge that I'm special.
For me freak is not an insult its not a dirty word its exactly what I am! its exact definition is what I am, peculiar, weird, abnormal, strange, unusual, exotic, unworldly, extraordinary, exceptional, special, rare, vibrant, unique. These are all words I'm proud of! fuck all the people who say there "normal". Normal to me is boring, lagging, customary, common, typical, there blah.
Normalcy for one is not normalcy for another its "freak". Normal IS weird, uncommon, strange and that's what I find so beautiful. truly nothing in this world is normal its freak. someone is always someone else's weirdo! So who cares I'm a freak and I see nothing wrong with that. So insult me all you want. I don't get bothered or sad, cause true sadness is the worlds and how judgmental it is, actually ex that its not the world its humanity and all there ideals, of morals, of normality, normalcy and acceptability.
She watched somberly as her words reached something deeper with in them. While her sentinels and consorts smiled as the words penetrated and sank in.
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"Oh, is Mattheo jealous?" she teased, her voice slurring a bit, a playful grin on her lips.
"Shut the fuck up and dance," I muttered, trying to ignore the heat rising in my chest, the way my heart pounded just looking at her.
She started moving, her body close to mine, her hips swaying to the music. It was slow, deliberate, driving me absolutely insane. She knew it too. I grabbed her waist, pulling her against me, trying to keep a straight face even though I was losing my mind inside.
She looked up at me, her eyes half-lidded, her lips parted slightly, and I could barely breathe. Every inch of me wanted her - wanted to pin her up against the wall and just take her right there.
She is so fucking perfect.
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Mia Martinez is a normal student at Hogwarts and the only daughter of the Martinez family.
Always the same routine, the same friends and the same introverted and sweet girl she has always been. The thing is, she has never experienced true love before.
As she starts her 6th year at Hogwarts, she has the feeling that something might come across that will change her life completely.
The smell of cigarettes and cologne?
Her family's secrets unraveling?
Character Credits: @yasmineamaro (Possessive)
"When you think of love, do you think of pain?
You can tell me what you see
I will choose what I believe."