Remember Me, please

Remember Me, please

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You are Y/N Nightblood, a lost member of the Lycan family. You were taken away from the Lycan's when you were a baby. There were many things done to you in the past four years, changing your appearance, and the way you act. You were also adopted by the Nightblood family, as sister of Lucinda (I don't know what her last name is, so I created one.) You don't have many memories of your real family. But you'll never forget their faces, the ones of happiness and joy. If you sound interested, follow along into the story of Y/N when she goes to Phoenix Drop High. ( I'm sorry if I'm not doing the right gender that you are, I thought that doing a girl OC for Y/n might be easier. I promise that in a few works that I make, I'll change the gender. But in the mean time, you can change the gender and pronouns when you read if you want.) (Also, many of the pictures aren't mine. The one I did for my profile pic and my OC for the backstory is mine.)
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What did they mean? I knew who I was, didn't I? I was Rosalia Mallory, a girl left on the doorstep of our town's foster agency to find a new home. From there I went through three homes before at the age of 16 instead of having to live in the group home I secured enough money to, along with the money the foster carers were given for me, to buy an apartment building. Alongside a job bartending and waitressing I had enough money to attend college and am currently studying Religion and Mythology, Creative writing and Art. Just a normal teenage girl with a normal life. But at the same time, I'm not. Who am I? Seems like the most cliché question a teenager can ask right? Except when your missing months, if not years, of your life suddenly that seemingly simple question takes on a whole new meaning. After all, if you don't know your whole past how can you answer that for yourself?

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