O.D.D.
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Ongoing19m
Last published Fri, Sep 2, 2022
My name is Ava Collins and I am the weirdest teenage girl you can ever meet. Why? Because I was born with the most unexplainable shit happening to me.
First, The Red Eyes. I'm no vampire or anything like that, trust me, a lot of people have thought that but I'm just a normal kid, unfortunately born with it.
Until I realized I wasn't just normal.
I'm ODD.
Like I literally don't fit in anywhere.
I went through a lot of deaths but it made me stronger. Hell, it probably made me the strongest 18 year old you'll ever meet.
You see, I have a secret power.
You do not wanna make me angry. Cuz I'll fuck you up. Literally.
I killed a lot of people and never regretted any of it cuz they deserved it. okay, maybe some didn't but thats their luck.
Finally, karma caught up to my fine ass and I got thrown into a school for the deranged; the crazy and I guess living with the crazy turned me to a crazy psychotic sexy bitch you don't wanna mess with.
Then those fucking police/lawmakers just had to but in my business and now, I find myself in another school, but this one is particularly interesting cuz it's a school for the bad kids.
Not just the bad kids; the WORST kids.
Shits about to get real.
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