Daniel or Hayes (a Daniel Skye and Hayes Grier fanfiction)
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Hi my name is Isabella but people call me Bella that is unless they're mad at me. Anyways I've lived in California my whole life but my mom got a new job in North Carolina. Sooooo we're moving there. My dads been in jail for a couple years now for abusing me. my mom thinks it's my fault so basically she gets drunk a lot and then yells and hits me.
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