Can I Really Trust You? ( Based off of The Vampire Diaries)ON HOLD

Can I Really Trust You? ( Based off of The Vampire Diaries)ON HOLD

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"We're moving" Said my mother. "But mom, my-" "No buts Madison, we're moving and that's final!" Said my mom putting her foot down, "Plus I thought you would want to move seeing as you get bullied by all most everyone in school." She added "What about Elena?" I asked about my best friend, "And Jeremy?" Her brother and my only other friend. "Their family is moving too. Will you pack now?" My mom asked hopefully. "OK mom" I replied grabbing boxes, I turned around and asked "Where are we moving to?" "Mystic Falls, Virginia." Little did I know that conversation would change my whole life. Or that when we got there Elena, Jeremy, and me would meet the love of our lives or what they would be. Can we still love them or will we get scared and brake-up with them or will it make us get hurt?
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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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