locked in love

locked in love

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WpMetadataNoticeUltima pubblicazione mer, dic 28, 2016
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Im not your typical high school girl. I was the girl who never fit in, I spent my days being teased, and made fun of ot listening to the peircing scream of my mom getting beat my by so-called "father" but i know my father. he would never hurt me or my mother. I spent all my night in my room cutting up and down my wrist, drowning my arm in blood while blasting my music. I was a freak I like to just believe that know one knows about what happends at home or at least tht there is know one who has gone through what i have and survived it. I always thought the worst of my life... until that is a boy came into it and he kinda changed alot of it but was it for the better or for worse..?? But i know the pain will never truly be over until my superman comes and takes me off my feet. But this isnt like most fairytales. And just when you think is changing and ending it'll be just the beginning the first problem of many. PLEASE READ AND COMMENT ON WHAT YOU THINK OF EACH CHAPTER IT IS SLOW FOR THE FIRST CHAPTER AND ALITTLE THE FIRST BUT PLEASE CONTINUE READING.
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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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