The Bad Boy Kept Me Sane

The Bad Boy Kept Me Sane

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The school's one and only bad boy. Erase. Yes, usually every high school has their one and only bad and his group of friends to worship.But not in my school. In Curtis High, ladies and gentlemen we have two. Yes, you heard me. Two bad boys, two separate group of friends, and NO. They do not like each other at all. They have been rivals since both of them step foot on the school grounds. Carmella Smith. She's the out going, Straight A student, but she's no nerd and she won't put up with your shit. Feisty. But it's how she became who she is. Two boys. Both rich, drool worthy and everything a high school girl would want. But they do have one thing in common. One that interests them both. Her. But with a dark past behind her, Will she let anybody love her? Have her as their own, let alone touch her?Will she ever feel how love is? Sacrifice. Love. Hurt. Dignity and Better beginnings. ****WARNING****MATURE CONTENT.GRAPHIC VIOLENCE, SEXUAL ABUSE, DEPRESSION, A LITTLE BIT OF SELF HARM and MATURE LANGUAGE. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.
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Her entire life so far had been like one sunny afternoon, passing quickly and soon forgotten along with all the other days that had no stand-out excitement or tragedy. At thirteen she was ready to explore the entire world, learn fighting and this new world. Her emotions were not easily hidden on her innocent face. Her pain was evident in the crease of her lovely brow and the down-curve of her full lips. But her eyes, her eyes showed her soul. They were a deep pool of restless gold, an ocean of hopeless grief. As he looked into her eyes I knew, all the beauty of the universe could not even hope to compete with this simple thing: passion. Passion turned her eyes into orbs of the brightest fire, and in them I read clearly that she would fight to the very last tear for her life. She would not let the world break her. Sure she could cry, but she would never let them take her true self from her. She clung to it with passion. Passion that made her beautiful. He saw her passion! A story about love and finding her identity! Who is she? Enjoy reading. :)

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