Me, Crazy? No.

Me, Crazy? No.

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Hakate is just like you, except she's not. She was born in war, at the young age of 2 weeks her life was already shrouded in darkness. That's until her parents were killed that day, and a nice middle age woman took her in. Ms. Tabitha was a mother any girl would want, but that was until Hakate struck the young age of 5. Turns out Ms, Tabitha wasn't as sane as she thought. Quite the Opposite actually. They started doing test on Hakate, stared experimenting on her. To turn her into a weapon they can use, an assassin with her own special abilities. Growing up she did what she was told, and never questioned it. She knew what would happen if she questioned Or disobeyed. But tell me, what happens when a psychopath learns free will? Discord, that's what. P.s this story is based off of my oc Hakate. So please don't steal the story, and my character. Thank you, I really hope you enjoy. This is my first story, and criticism will help me a lot!
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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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