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Broken Stars

Broken Stars

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It was one too unfamiliar for them to grasp what sensation had overfilled them into chaotic butterflies. But if one of them had guessed correctly, it could be depicted as something they've all been deducted of. Hope. Finally, Fate, like an over-exhausted mother sick of giving gentle hints to unheeding children, brought down her hand heavily upon them. Fate. And overtime, these becomes a common feeling. Why? Because of that one personㅡ Franny. *** A long time grudge has settled within Class D against A. You see, while class A enjoy the luxuries they are privileged to just for being smart and talented, Class D are given no respect, let alone the free opulence they should equally be entitled to. They are disdained upon, and even a nanosecond of respect would seem rare. A class full of delinquency, care no less whatsoever about consequence or future. Teachers don't even bother with them. They quit. And Class A seems to be amused with their misfortune, as they constantly bully the helpless, vacuous souls and remind them of their terribly low IQ. When D thought they had no chance and decided to back down, they slowly start to lose the courage that they hoped to earn equality with. They soon compromised over giving up, seeing as their desire can't be permitted. In simple words: they capitulated. Until, of course, a transfer student ㅡ Franny ㅡjoins the troubled class, practically yelling to be disappointed by the highly well reputation portrayed of the famous school. But unlike any other student of Class D, she's different. She's a light. And although this very class is scorned about their useless existence and how they have nothing striking in particular, the transfer leaves them something that all the other classes grow envious of, and they learn that it is something that can't be simply earned. But what happens when the highest undergrad ㅡpredicted to be valedictorian, and hates stupid girls(any girls, really)ㅡsuddenly takes an interest
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Ages 14+ (lesbian concepts and some profanity) This is not your everyday love story, okay? It's not a chick flick either. The events and themes within my pages have meaning, depth, truth-and most of all, reality. You are about to be taken on an adventure about a girl who's life is not like everybody else's. I look like a normal teen girl, I mean, I have hair and two eyes and two hands and feet like everybody else, but I couldn't feel more different. I have two moms, yes. Let's just get that out there before you start reading and close my diary like everyone in my life has shut me out of theirs. All I want is a normal life with normal friends who don't judge me because of my home situation. I don't even remember the last time I went on a sleepover or called somebody my age. I don't mean to be a downer, because it does get better. Life gets better. Struggles are only temporary, I know that now. And by my last words reach your eyes, I've come a long way, and have grown to see potential in myself. I'm sharing this with you because I want to make a difference. I know now that I'm not the only one in the world that feels alone. I've been there, done that, and there's more loneliness to come, but for now, I feel more prepared for it. I know how it feels to sit by yourself at lunch every day and how it feels to watch others go to prom with dates and feel like shit because you don't think you'd even have any friends to go with. Please ready my diary. I am much older now, and much more wiser, and I can't wait for you to realize the potential in yourself, too.

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