Bad Boy: The Beginning

Bad Boy: The Beginning

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Bad Boys aren't born, they're MADE. Lauren They call us high school sweethearts. More like high school soulmates. Mack is my past, my present and my future. Every girl in our school has dreamed of him, and he's all mine. That is, until he tells me something that breaks my heart. How can I have a soulmate when my spirit is shattered in two? Mack Lauren is the love of my life. But now my heart is divided. I've spent my entire life just knowing she would be the one. However, I grew up in an instant, my heart hardened and would never be the same when I plucked it from the ashes of the twin towers. The day America lost it's innocence, I lost my brother. And I can't rest unless justice is served.
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CRINGE WARNING! First book I ever wrote on here!! -- "Sometimes the person who you are willing to take a bullet for is the person behind the gun." I stood peering over the cold lifeless body that lay before my eyes. I had always thought of death the enemy, but right now, I blessed it upon the person who is now at peace. Sometimes you don't need to be the smartest, or the fastest, but you do need to be wisest. They say the blood runs deeper than water, and I believe it, because even though the people that we love can turn on us and begin to hate us, they are only human, meaning that soon they will begin to see how short life really is and how it is not to be wasted. People who seem perfect and they look like they have no floors'; they are the people who are suffering, like I was. But I found my savior in the most uncommon place. He was able to look through my mask, he saw the cracks, and tried to fix the broken girl that hid away deep inside the girl who only wanted to be seen as 'fine'. I slowly began to find comfort and safety in him, and I did the same to him. We were two broken people becoming whole. Someone once said when you pass, if you can count your true friends on one hand you are beyond lucky, and I even though I did not like the person that lay before me, I know that he once had true friends, including me. I'm a 17 year old girl who has suffered more than any other, beginning to believe that 'Hope' was just another word the people throw around. Until I fell in love with a badboy. Trailer to the side -------------------> Made By @Laura__1 Cover made by @Beautiful_Tragedy8 Copyright 2014

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