Romantic Love Kills

Romantic Love Kills

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*english is not my first language, i apologize in advance for mistakes* Their apartment is kind of basic, except one room. The room no one is allowed to get in except them. What's inside of it? That's the big question. Their friends know the rule. They never asked why they can't get inside. They think it might be a room full of Halloween decoration since the door is always open during Halloween's period and the room's always almost empty when they get to look inside of it. Nothing's weird about this room unless the insane amount of red sheets covered of fake blood for Halloween. We could almost think it's real blood. Haha, but why would they think such thing about their friends, Max and Marie wouldn't hurt a fly.
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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.

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