My Oreo Boy Who Makes Everything Better.

My Oreo Boy Who Makes Everything Better.

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WpMetadataReadContenu pour adultesEn cours d'écriture6 m
WpMetadataNoticeDernière publication ven., mai 16, 2025
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Fiction
Romance
Hi my name is Jade Barr. I am 17 years old. My life is fucked up. My dad left me and my mom. I'm was living with a evil stepfather until I ran away from home. Then one day everything changed. A boy with a black and white mask found me. He took me to his home. I was safe with him. He made feel like I was at home. He understands me and what's going on with me. He made everything better. He made me join him and his other friends. He made everything perfect or was it??
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Hello. I’m Cassidy. I’m 16 years old, and I am helpless. I’m weak, defenseless and not to mention unassuming. I am utterly boring and uninteresting. I wouldn’t be surprised if God himself overlooked me. Maybe that’s why my life sucks so much. My face is dull and pale, and my hair is mousy brown. My eyes are black and my fingers are long and stringy. Once in junior high, a teacher likened me to ghost. I had wanted to tell her, “Yes. I remind myself of a ghost sometimes too.” But I didn’t say anything in return. I have one friend and even she doesn’t like me for me; only for the shiny new car my step dad bought me. Boys don’t notice me. And when they do it’s only to pick out my flaws and display them to everyone around. All in all, I am a sad and pathetic specimen of a human being. Why am I writing this? Because on June 3rd, 2011, at 12:31 am, I died.

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