Somebody
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  • Reads 5,818
  • Votes 255
  • Parts 13
  • Time 1h 24m
Ongoing, First published Jan 17, 2015
[once known as Sopranos and Snapshots]

What is the point of existing if you don't leave your mark on this world? What is the meaning of your life if your name was only meant to be forgotten?

The answer was simple for Riley Grant. There was NO point.

The superstar had spent her whole life practising and training to be who she was today. She refused to be forgotten.

She wanted to be somebody in this world.

Caleb Armstrong had different plans though. He only wished to make it through the next two years of his photography course and buy his dream car.

He never worried about his legacy in the world. He was content with who he was and who he wanted to be.

He was a nobody to the world.

But when fate brings them together, the two are in for the biggest surprise of their lives.

And they learn that even if you're nobody to the world, you can be somebody to someone else.

~*~

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The average human being spends every second of his day fighting against the force of nature to see another day. But I'm different. I'm not afraid of outside forces to take my life away - only myself. Approximately 10 years ago, something happened to me. Something really bad. But I'm not allowed to talk about it. As a way to release my frustration, I give hell to my body and everyone I come in contact with - especially my parents. No one knows about what happened except the ones who did it...and Him. But he didn't stay. Now, he's back and he's not talking either. I want to stop hurting, I need to stop. Make me stop.