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My own twisted love story
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Complete, First published Jun 24, 2014
Mature
I'm Mackenzie, or Kc. I only really go by Kc so don't call me Mackenzie. I'm in my senior year of highschool.    If you could see me, which you can't because this is a book,  I have red hair, blue eyes, and I am very pale.      So if you haven't gotten it yet your I'm my life, as a spectator, or bystander. your just watching, but getting a inside look of my head. that sounded weird.  Your going to see how a new friend can save me from making the worst mistake of my life.   WARNING!! Self harm and foul language and some sexual scenes!!!
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You can read the uncut version of this book over on https://archiveofourown.org/works/61769338 Life could be so unfair, everyone adored my big sister Ava, yes everyone. Ava was the most popular girl in school, she was outgoing, beautiful, and shone like a radiant star. Our parents told her she could easily be a model or anything she wanted really, and Ava with all the confidence of a film star strode through life dazzling all in her wake. She had thousands of followers on her Instagram, Whatsapp, and Tic Toc, and what did I have. Well I had a creative streak and an introverted nature, and I lived in Ava's shadow. The only reason it seemed anyone spoke to me was to get my big sister's attention. I felt like a butler or a handmaiden to a Queen. It was like I never had my own identity. No one saw me at all, until that one day someone did, and I remember it like yesterday. Did I make a good decision probably not, would I do it again, I am unsure. But just once someone noticed me, yes me, and it felt so good. It was good at first, but by the time I had realized the good would never last, the jaws of the trap were closed. I was far away and at his mercy, and yet another stood by me, one who could rescue me from my mistakes.