Otherside

Otherside

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Who are you? What is your purpose in this world? Are you here to graduate with flying colors and win the scholarship to your dream university, because you've got more brains than half the school population? Are you that queen bee, with a perfect reputation and family, ready to jump into the luxury life? The sports star, or the tech-geek? Are you here to follow your destiny, or to write your story? And I ask again, do you know who you are? Because no matter how many people would say "Oh, she's the girl who runs that YouTube channel." or "He's the Student Council president.", you aren't sure if that's completely who you are. Because you have an other side too, the lower half of the iceberg suspended underwater that nobody can see. So... what happens when someone unveils you? It's... sort of a big mess. At least, that's what I can say about Elliot, Vincent, Mark, Naomi, Adrianna and Donna, as their masks are taken off, and all the truths resurface. Warning: Story contains vulgar words
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They say what's in the past keep it in the past but I wanted to know all about my past. It was things that I didn't know and that I wanted and needed to know! But my life turned upside down when my past is exactly what I should have left alone. Now if you ask me how it all began, I don't exactly remember but I know it started when I moved in with my grandma who I haven't met in all my twenty years of living. I have been in and out of foster homes since I can remember, living with families I knew nothing about. Being the outcast and them constantly asking me what's wrong because I simply did not speak. The only thing that kept me sane was my good grades throughout school. I got the satisfaction of doing the one thing that people kept telling me over and over I couldn't do. I stayed to myself and graduated high school with honors, getting a full-ride scholarship to any college of my choice. Of course, by having this accomplishment, it didn't make it any easier for me between my foster families. To them, I became the girl who was better than them. But I didn't care because when I turned twenty I finally got to start making my own choices. This is where I wonder if the first choice I made was the right one. The first choice I made was to go live off-campus with my grandmother during my first semester in college. I ask myself how could I be so stupid? But you will see just how stupid I was. Or was I?

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