New Me. New... Guy?

New Me. New... Guy?

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My name is Nicole, I am known to be called the Good girl, Suck up, and even the teachers pet. I am in 11th grade at Blue Ridge High... But maybe I should tell you who I am now... Call Me Nikki, or call me what ever you feel like, I don't really give a shit. See here latley, My entire life has took a downwards spiral, but don't look at that as a bad thing. I chose to change my life. I was sick and tired of being the goody two shoes that everyone clamed I was. I was only like that because My parents expected me to be the perfect little girl that every parent dreamed of having. Not until rescently did I grow the balls to stand up against them and learn to live my life for what I wanted and for who I wanted to become. Anyway, I'm getting ahead of my self why don't I take you back to where it all started so you guys can ride this insane roller coaster with me. I ladies and Gentelmen, Call this scary, drama filled ride, My life...
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I'm the girl from school nobody notices. I'm the one the mean girls always make fun of when one of the guys decide to take interest in me. I'm the honor roll student that everyone thinks has never gotten in trouble, but that's just my school life. Outside of school in a completely different person. I'm not going to say I've been a special agent since I was seven, or eight, because that's impossible. I was still in foster care, then and when I turned 13. I was finally adopted. The man who adopted me was mysterious, but said he took me for a purpose, and ever since then I've been training. I'm not going to say I'm the best, because I'm not, but I'm damn good at what I do and I'm ashamed to know the agency I entrusted my life with, would do something so horrible to me and to the people I love. It's okay when I shut their sorry ass down, they won't know what hit them.

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