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Ongoing, First published Apr 22, 2020
Hi I'm Zarina. Or Zar Zar. Or Zarina the Ballerina. I've been called all the names, teased countless times, and insulted dozens more. They all added up to one thing; You're nothing, a Nobody. I was determined to prove them wrong. One day I was going to be a someone, a leader. 

This is the story of my Foxfire years and how I became the Councillor I am today. Warning:My story doesn't exactly have a happy ending.This is my journey of how I became Councillor Zarina.
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