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Diary of a Misfit (Slow Updates[Sorry])

Diary of a Misfit (Slow Updates[Sorry])

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***Sometimes,you were born to never fit in.*** Mila was always excluded in everything. Being the new kid in school didn't really help but add to the fact that she was the younger sibling to a notorious gangster and raised only by her abusive mom,while her dad had died saving her. Her peers buillied her everday,but all she could was hide all the pain and have a smile on 24/7. Needless to say,her life was not a easy one.One day,she started to write everything that happened in a small notebook,which soon became a diary that told the whole story from Mila's point of view...
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You can read the uncut version of this book over on https://archiveofourown.org/works/61769338 Life could be so unfair, everyone adored my big sister Ava, yes everyone. Ava was the most popular girl in school, she was outgoing, beautiful, and shone like a radiant star. Our parents told her she could easily be a model or anything she wanted really, and Ava with all the confidence of a film star strode through life dazzling all in her wake. She had thousands of followers on her Instagram, Whatsapp, and Tic Toc, and what did I have. Well I had a creative streak and an introverted nature, and I lived in Ava's shadow. The only reason it seemed anyone spoke to me was to get my big sister's attention. I felt like a butler or a handmaiden to a Queen. It was like I never had my own identity. No one saw me at all, until that one day someone did, and I remember it like yesterday. Did I make a good decision probably not, would I do it again, I am unsure. But just once someone noticed me, yes me, and it felt so good. It was good at first, but by the time I had realized the good would never last, the jaws of the trap were closed. I was far away and at his mercy, and yet another stood by me, one who could rescue me from my mistakes.

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