Never Say A Word.
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Dernière publication dim., janv. 27, 2013
'Whispers flittered all around her, about her. Well about her "Artwork" on the schools brick wall. Neon green profanities were scrawled all over the building. A message to everyone, something she could never really say. Scar is mute by birth, but she's not deaf. She heard wheb her parents debated on putting her up for adoption. She heard all the mean and nasty thing people said behind her back. But no one ever heard HER. No one took the time to figure her out or her what she had to say. Scar had become accustom to the verbal abuse, but one night her parents take it to far and raise a hand to her. Everything changes, her clothes, her attitude, but most of all it the flame that light up inside her, fury gathered in her cool heart. Her face was emotionless, cool, collected but inside everything was falling apart. So instead of the good little mute that everyone ignored, she'll change things for what looks like the worse.
Graffiti covered her school from top to bottom, 3 months detetion was all the school gave her. But her parents took this chance to rid themselves of her.
Boarding school.....
More precisely broarding school for delinquents. And how could this worse any worse?
War with long time bad boy delinquent extraordinaire, Carson Gibbs.
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