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Tidal Waves (JJ Maybank x oc)
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    Reads 12
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    Parts 2
  • WpHistory
    Time 8m
Ongoing, First published Feb 04
Mature
A girl who feels like she doesn't belong and a boy who makes her feel like she does belong
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Brooklyn Thornton is a kook and also Topper Thornton's sister, but she feel like she doesn't belong with them when she finally starts hanging with the pogues she feels like she belong with them
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 "You're an idiot."

"Yeah, but I'm You're idiot."
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Read and find out what's all in store for Brooklyn with the pogues
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This doesn't follow the plot line, so there is no treasure hunt or anything like that, but Sarah will still also join the pogues later on, like in the show
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I only own my oc's and the plot line 
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BTW this is my first story so please no hate
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ISHARA: Abused Angel

28 parts Ongoing

In a quiet, misty district of Himachal Pradesh, in a small orphanage called Sparsh Ashram, lived a fragile, gentle girl named Ishara. Her eyes held a quiet innocence, untouched by the harshness of the world, yet shadowed with a deep, unspoken sorrow. When she was only four, her stepfather-the one who had once called her his life-had left her. He discovered she was the product of her mother's betrayal, and in his heartbreak, he turned away. Since then, Ishara had grown up in the soft, lonely halls of the orphanage, her heart tender, her spirit delicate, carrying a pain that even time could not erase. At fifteen, she was still small, almost like a fragile bird in a vast, unkind sky-beautiful, innocent, and quietly brave. .................................................................................................... ✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨