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Fix the Broken (Jelsa)
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I have never given thought that I would have a loving family...or even discover happiness and the warmth of love. Though who would adopt a child who can't stand the idea of being touched? Or barely leaves the room in the orphanage? As the years went by, I was introduced to the Arendelle family, and they accepted me as their own. They showed me love and that touches can be gentle not hurtful. I now enjoy warm hugs...I now have a family and a sister at that...

When I entered into Avalon High School, I was unaware of the fact that my life would become so interesting. I now have friends and the teachers are wonderful...but that is not all. My life changed when I met Him...
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Pinwheels and Dandelions ni cjacks1124
177 parte Kumpleto
I was kicked around like trash on the streets. I was the book that nobody could understand or read, but without a care, they were quick to rip out the pages. I screamed for attention, but time after time, I was ignored. Nobody noticed me, so I made myself at home in my own shadow. They say there's light at the end of the tunnel -- I searched and searched for it, but it could never be found. Therefore, I lost hope as I hid in the shade and endured what seemed like everlasting pain. The little hope I did have was snatched from my arms. My baby brother was my life, and they took my glimpse of hope away. Home. Is that a word? Maybe for a family of some kind, but for me, I never had a place to call home. I moved from place to place. Unstable foster care, fighting for my life in group homes, barely surviving in detention centers, and running away from being mistreated as I made many benches my temporary home. The only thing that I was familiar with was a black plastic bag containing my dirty rags. I am too young to know what it feels like to survive. These are the cards life has dealt me and I am not meant to win; however, I easily lose without trying. It is hard for me to find peace. I am paying for my mother's reckless actions. I am trapped in a world where the sun has died because I am unable to feel love. I am unable to dream. Sorrow is my aura, and the sadness hugs me. My eyes are closed shut by the barbed wire fence from my eyelashes as they prohibit tears from falling. I am damaged. When will the morning come? Did the sun put up a fight last night, like I do every single day? If I can survive the day, I know the sun isn't dead. One day, I will awake to a glorious sunrise. Until then, I hope my brother keeps blowing his pinwheel, and I will keep making wishes with every dandelion I come across. For now, all I know is that everything was taken from me, and the only thing I own is my name.
♱ 𝘙𝘌𝘓𝘌𝘈𝘚𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘛𝘏𝘐𝘙𝘛𝘌𝘌𝘕 ♱ ni clairebiggs
118 parte Kumpleto
𝙊𝙋𝙃𝙀𝙇𝙄𝘼 𝙇𝙔𝙉𝘾𝙃'S fury was a storm that broke loose the second she saw her sister go down. Without a second thought, she mistook 𝙅𝙊𝙃𝙉𝙉𝙔 𝙆𝘼𝙑𝘼𝙉𝘼𝙂𝙃 for the culprit and decided he deserved a dose of his own medicine. Grabbing the rugby ball, she launched it back at him with a force that was all raw, righteous anger. Johnny saw her, and in that moment, the entire world outside of her seemed to fade away. He was a boy who lived and breathed the game, but her sheer intensity pulled his attention off the pitch. It wasn't her body he noticed first, but her eyes-the color of whiskey, sharp and defiant, framed by dark lashes that contrasted with the soft, rebellious pink in her hair. He noticed the way she swallowed hard, as if choking down words she couldn't dare to speak, and the way her jaw tightened before she unleashed a snarky remark at his best friend, Gibsie. He was captivated. But he knew, with a certainty that was both thrilling and terrifying, that girls like her came with a warning label. They were the ones who broke you and then laughed as you bled. Still, a dangerous instinct told him that to let her walk away would be a regret he'd carry forever. ♱ ᴏᴘʜᴇʟɪᴀ ʙʀɪᴅɢᴇᴛ ᴍᴜʀᴘʜʏ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜɪʟᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴀ ʟᴏᴠᴇʟᴇꜱꜱ ᴀꜰꜰᴀɪʀ. ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ʜᴀꜱ ʙᴇᴇɴ ʙᴇᴀᴛᴇɴ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴜᴛᴛᴇᴅ ʙʏ ʜᴇʀ ᴏᴡɴ ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ. ᴛʜᴇ ʏᴏᴜɴɢ ɢɪʀʟ ᴡʜᴏ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴍᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴅᴏɢ. ꜱʜᴇ ʙɪᴛᴇꜱ ᴅᴏᴡɴ! ꜱʜᴇ ᴇᴀᴛꜱ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ! ʙᴜᴛ ꜱʜᴇ'ꜱ ꜱᴄᴀʀᴇᴅ, ᴄʀʏɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘʀᴀʏɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀ ᴡᴀʏ ᴏᴜᴛ! ♱
Awkward ni cherryblossompark
31 parte Kumpleto
- a featured story on wattpad @sport - a featured story on wattpad @generalfiction School has an odd way of making you hate it yet love the people you meet. I hate both. I've been the new boy at my school for nearly five months. Since my family's life of poverty was flipped on its head I've seen my entire world open up; it's like I was living in a cave. This time last year, I was 'too poor to have a Valentine'. This time this year, I just don't have the guts. Seriously, "Valentine's Day is the root of human anxiety." ~ Albert Einstein. (Don't look it up. I'm telling you what 'the government' doesn't want you to know.) But school has an odd way of giving you the perfect friends, a perfect love life and perfectly supporting your dreams to be a pro football player like your older brother. That, or it crushes you. It just crushes you. Your dreams? Crushed. Your friends? Meh. Your love life? Nonexistent (but as soon as it exists, CRUSHED). But we don't know what will happen for sure, right? I'm Roman Turner, but you can call me "the cool man". Gosh, I know I'll cringe at this later. ----------- - a featured story on wattpad @sport - a romance winner at the multi awards - a story told through two points of view • Romance/Sport/Slice of Life | Roman • Prose/Mystery/Psychological | Danielle • BOOK ONE: LIVING. • (EST.) 3390 words/part. • Cover artist - Sage Hieran. WARNING: If you are reading this story on a website other than Wattpad, you are currently very likely to be at risk of a MALWARE ATTACK on your device. To read this story in its original, safe, form, safely visit it here: https://www.wattpad.com/story/256322737 DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction; names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either a product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual people, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
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Pinwheels and Dandelions

177 parte Kumpleto

I was kicked around like trash on the streets. I was the book that nobody could understand or read, but without a care, they were quick to rip out the pages. I screamed for attention, but time after time, I was ignored. Nobody noticed me, so I made myself at home in my own shadow. They say there's light at the end of the tunnel -- I searched and searched for it, but it could never be found. Therefore, I lost hope as I hid in the shade and endured what seemed like everlasting pain. The little hope I did have was snatched from my arms. My baby brother was my life, and they took my glimpse of hope away. Home. Is that a word? Maybe for a family of some kind, but for me, I never had a place to call home. I moved from place to place. Unstable foster care, fighting for my life in group homes, barely surviving in detention centers, and running away from being mistreated as I made many benches my temporary home. The only thing that I was familiar with was a black plastic bag containing my dirty rags. I am too young to know what it feels like to survive. These are the cards life has dealt me and I am not meant to win; however, I easily lose without trying. It is hard for me to find peace. I am paying for my mother's reckless actions. I am trapped in a world where the sun has died because I am unable to feel love. I am unable to dream. Sorrow is my aura, and the sadness hugs me. My eyes are closed shut by the barbed wire fence from my eyelashes as they prohibit tears from falling. I am damaged. When will the morning come? Did the sun put up a fight last night, like I do every single day? If I can survive the day, I know the sun isn't dead. One day, I will awake to a glorious sunrise. Until then, I hope my brother keeps blowing his pinwheel, and I will keep making wishes with every dandelion I come across. For now, all I know is that everything was taken from me, and the only thing I own is my name.