Being The Gang's Baiter

Being The Gang's Baiter

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You know I was never that one kid at school who everyone feared. I was bullied every single day, day in and day out. The day I became feared, It was kind of just brought onto me on a random day. Literally. I was walking home from the store one day, and I was kidnapped by the hottest guys at the school. They told me that if I helped them then I could never be bullied again, and they will always protect me. Well who wants to get bullied? Hearing that was like music to my ears, so of course I joined. If I could tell you today It was one of the most confusing, exhilarating, childish, and fearful rides of my life. All I have to do is lure in my target without getting caught by other gangs. Easy enough right? Wrong. ••••MATURE CONTENT•••• Currently Editing & Fixing
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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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