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The OuTcAsT
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Ongoing, First published Nov 10, 2012
She sat on the small bench beside the schools field, listening to Suicide Silence, ignoring everyone that tried to say something to her, and everything that wanted to distrupt her moment of silence.

The clouds grew darker above her and before she could go and seek for shelter, rain started pouring down. She jogged over to the bleachers andsat under them, pulling her hood back down which revealed her teased black hair with red highlights. Her clear and pale skin stood out from the dangerous colours of her hair, accenting the clothing she was wearing which consisted of skinny black jeans and a BVB band tee.

She sat down and leaned her head against the brick wall at the end of the bleachers, waiting for the rain to pass so she could go back to class. Not that she'd want to, but her dad beieves that good education is key. Her mother on the other hand, thinks that beauty is the key. That is part of the reason her mother doesn't accept her own daughters style.

This is a story of a girl who never did and never will care about what people think. This is a story of Erin Cooper.

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