New Wave |Planetorplastic

New Wave |Planetorplastic

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«Be the change you want to see in the world» This sentence inspired me writing this story. Unfortunately, humanity doesn't care about their acts consequences until they affect them directly: "no matter if I act right, people will still act wrong, so why would I botter? It wouldn't change anything, I'm just one person" Well, in this 500 words I've tried to prove this wrong, and to send a message of hope and self-improvement. So thanks if you read it; now I leave you, it's time to make that wave happen ;) ----- (I'm spanish, so I may have grammar or vocabulary mistakes in this story, I would be very grateful if you told me about them in case you spot any. Thanks!) Credits to Lindsay Rapp, whose picture I took for the cover page !! En mi perfil puedes encontrar la traducción al castellano "Nueva Ola", también escrita por mí para la iniciativa de National Geographic #planetorplastic
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*new cover* I'm living in a house made of glass. I'm scared to move, to breathe, to think. I'm afraid. Any wrong move and I get yelled at, a broken rule and I get beat up...he's not even my father and I'm stuck in his own fucked up version of reality. My own mother is the reason he has me, the reason my family lost me. A broken, lost mafia princess living in the wrong story, taken from the right one. I've been in foster care all my life, until them...my brothers. I am saved by them when my shattered heart was about to turn into stone and when my cries would become echoes in the walls of the prison I was bestowed upon. I was months old when I was stolen from my family. 17 years had to go by for them to finally find me. My dad, my four older brothers..one of which I'll soon discover is my twin. My missing half. Will they be able to mend my shattered soul or will I remain broken and alone? TW: rape, abuse, assault, attempted suicide, strong language - Warning: contains teenage pregnancy SHE DOES KEEP THE BABY STOP SNAPPING AT ME DAMMIT...respectfully <3 *Edited*...sort of

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