Deja Vu
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Sequel to My Bully @thedynastycosplays inspired Haven was born in a messed up family. Her dad was away on business trips all the time, her mom was completely out of the picture, and her sister was the "perfect" child. She got straight A's, got all the boys, had so many friends, and was extremely pretty. Haven, on the other hand, wasn't. She had a few good friends and mostly B's. So, when she moves to a new school where no one knows her, and she comes in contact with the resident player, what will happen? Will sparks fly? Would it be a love-hate relationship? Or will they change each other for the better? And what's up with the sudden moments of deja vu, as if she's living the same life before?
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He had rules for a reason, or thats what he said. I did something wrong I got punished. I spoke out of turn, I got punished. I looked at him or ate without permission, I got punished. Haven thats what they named me funny isn't it? Ironic really. They named me Haven because my mom would say I was her 'Safe Haven'. What a pile of shit that was. She left willingly, she didn't depart because of some tragic accident. My father didn't kill her. She left because she was a coward who didn't want kids. As soon as my older brother went to college she left. I knew she hated me. I was the product of her love with another man. A constant reminder that her life didn't work out the way it was planned. He who ever he was is a phantom in its own. A deep rooted fantasy never going to come true. My brother left, my mother left, my grandma ignored, and my father broke. They let me give up hope on escaping and then decided to play hero. But I haven't forgotten everything I went through. Guilt consumes my brother but I don't care, you don't get to leave and then buy a reprieve of trying to save someone who has been dead for years. Besides lets just be honest I reached my breaking point long ago.

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