True Rebel
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Last published Thu, Dec 24, 2015
I've always grown up this way. Different from everyone else. I always ignored the stares, comments, and questions about me. I realized I don't know why my parents want me different, so I wanted to see. The world from many views. All the things a normal teen deals with. My parents enraged with me all the time, and now I've learned to live my double life. (Based on a true story)
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