What I call a situation

What I call a situation

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Parents: unknown Guardians/grandparents: just died in a car crash Crazy stalker who is in love with her and wants her empire: on her tail I just wish I could be a normal teen. But that was sure as hell not going to happen. My grandmother was the ultimate badass, being the leader of a very powerful, rich gang. She hated her daughter for all the things that she did to me, leaving everything in her will to... yep! You guessed right! ME. Inheriting 3 BILLION DOLLARS, multiple mansions, a music empire, a very powerful army, and amazing cars, I decided was going to pretend I was just the shy new girl. I was NOT a nerd, nor jock. I wasn't to big on being popular or rich. I FINALLY got to be me. Well, part of me. But that was more than enough. Mostly cause I have no effing clue to who that was. How can I run an empire, gang, 'normal life' and a guy who keeps giving me unwanted feelings discreetly? Have no clue!
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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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