I Broke The Jocks Nose

I Broke The Jocks Nose

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the smaller they are the quicker they get back up, the bigger they are the harder they fall, _________________________ her father was a highly trained assassin that taught her everything she knows without showing mercy. He thought she was too week she showed mercy and that's why he hates her because she cared, so when she left that god-forsaking place she was happy, happy that she was finally free from the beatings she got from the abuse her father gave her. So, she decided to leave that life behind and start anew. She became a nerdy girl with her natural spunk. she took the name her mother always called her -"my infractum" Latin for Unbroken- to be her last name leaving behind her old life would mean leaving behind the name that haunts her dreams so, she became Nora Infractum. ------------------------ And she punched the popular-boy. ------------------------------------------------------ SORRY IF THIS IS REALLY CHEESY! It also still needs some editing!
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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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