The Broken Angel

The Broken Angel

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An average teenage boy who wants nothing more than a normal life and a girl aspiring to change the world. What might become if they were to be put together? Ken, 16 years old, lives with his father in a small town in Oregon, although almost all the time he is alone since his father is away, working. He lost his mother at a very young age and couldn't recall a single memory of her, and he never questioned why his father never mentioned anything about her either. Scarlet, same age as Ken, came as if out of nowhere into his life. He always had a feeling something was off about her - she was too much. Too cheerful, too kind, too caring and too innocent. She never talked about her family or even where she came from, and no one ever asked her, including the school, which was a bit illogical but he couldn't care less. The only thing Ken knew about her, is that she has a huge dream of changing the world. Cliché? 'What a pain.. ' The least he wanted was a troublesome life, which is the total opposite of what he got.
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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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