Supernaturally Natural

Supernaturally Natural

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"Why? Why me?" she asked herself. "It's because it is you," he answered. "Why do you hide your past? Why do you try to forget it? Sometimes, it will help to face it-" "No! It may work for you, but I'm different and there is no way I can face it again!" Crystal always wanted to give the impression that the lived a perfect life. She got perfect grades and had just the right friends. Above all she wanted to keep her horrible and painful past hidden and make people think she is OK so that she doesn't burden them with her problems. What happens when she makes a shocking discovery about herself that changes her life forever? Will she be able to completely push her past out of the door? or will she need to face it in order to succeed? The beautiful cover was made by @lupe6583v so please go and just follow and check out their graphic books.
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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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