"𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒂𝒏'𝒕 𝒃𝒆 𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝐧𝐨𝐰,
𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝑵𝑶𝑻 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝑰𝒔𝒆𝒌𝒂𝒊 𝒐𝒏 𝒂 𝑴𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 "
A Theater loving, Manga overbuyIng , video game loving New Yorker with Odd luck , both good and bad , is thrown into a game she recently has been playing, still having all the knowledge from it, in other words, too much
And Theres no way she can tell anyone,
Hell, she knows their pasts, presents , futures ,Traumas etc
And this school is full of crazies with pasts they'd prefer unshared , or plans they to guarantee they succeed , some are Genius's and prodigies, others rich and influential, some even both
What extents would they go to if they discovered someone who knew almost everything about them, things they never told to more then 1 person , experiences that only happened Minutes prior ,and knowing what would occur months ahead in time to them
Not only that, but they know everything about your enemies too, their pasts, weaknesses, traumas, futures, almost everything
Would they want to destroy that person?
Use them to bring down those higher?
Lock them so that they can't tell anyone about your past deeds, and Get information on the weaknesses of your enemies?
Perhaps even feel understood
Or Maybe
Want to make them, along with the information
D̶I̶S̶A̶P̶P̶E̶A̶R̶?
Its much safer behind a screen,
Isn't it?
New town. New identity. Same crazy.
I love it!!! (insert enthusiastic voice )
(cough, cough)
Not!!
I hate it.
I hate having to to hide who I am. But to protect the civilians and my new home from being destroyed like my last ones, I have obey the leader's rule. No matter if I do disapprove.
But all of that changes when I meet, more like bump into someone who's special.
...
DOOR OPENS.
"Naomi Satchel!" my mother yells as she comes blaring through the doors.
"Yes?" I say as I still lie under the covers.
My mother pulls my cover from my body and tosses it on the floor.
I quickly sit up in my bed and glare at her.
"Get your ass up now you have half an hour left before your first-period starts and you better not be late," she demands.
"Mom, this isn't my school. This isn't my home. I don't want to go." I whine and beg my mother at the same time to let me stay home.
What was I thinking? My mom has an image to uphold being this perfect mother who loves and cares about her little baby girl. We both know the truth. Until a few years ago, I never even knew she existed. She and my father both agreed to send me here because they couldn't stand the fact that I fell in love with a black boy. Although neither of them would ever admit, that's the only reason why I know of her. I don't want to attend a school where I'm going to have to forsake who I truly am just to fit into their liking. How can I explain that to my mom when she sees everything to be black and white.