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Amigos De Verdad

Amigos De Verdad

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Hola mi nombre es Carlota mis padres son millonarios creí que con eso los niños y niñas de la secundaria querrían ser mis amigos Pero nadie quiere a la niña quemada cuando tenia 3 años Un centro comercial se incendio y yo esta va ahí con mi padre el me subió a sus hombros y corrió pero no nos dejaban pasar fue ahí cuando una lampara ya incendiada me callo en la cabeza mi padre en logro sacar antes de morir y me llevo al hospital pase internada 4 meses ya que 2 me la pasé en coma y los doctores me hicieron miles de estudios para verificar que estuviera bien yo me sentía bien pero no me veía igual mi madre me decía que me veía igual de hermosa pero tenia quemada la mitad de la cara el pelo de esa parte de la cabeza se callo y no volvió a salir yo me escondía con chamarras
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Siblings

[Completed] There's three of us. Triplets. We all have each other's backs. There's me, Maeve. The one with red eyes. People call me a murder. Satan. Evil. Anything really. All I cared about was not them. Certainly not them. Those people didn't matter to me. What mattered was my other two siblings. Everything I have ever done, was for them. Even if they don't realize it. Even if they think I was the big bad monster. To the world, I was a cold heartless monster but to my siblings? I was loving sister. I was there if one of them have a nightmare. I'm there for them. There's Damien. The oldest out of us. He's the one with white eyes. The one who people who also call Satan and evil and all of that bullshit. You ever wonder if those goddamn bullies got tired of bullying other people? I do. Not the point, stay focused Maeve. What was I saying? Oh right, Damien. He likes cars. Building, tearing them apart, spray painting them, anything about cars. Then there's Angel. Sweet, sweet Angel. She's the youngest out of the group. She has blue eyes, different from us. She's the lucky one, per say. The one who doesn't get bulled. She has the personality like a five year old but we love her to pieces. Me and Damien try to protect her against the evil's of the world. She shouldn't go through that like we did. At least she has a normal childhood, or some part of normal. We didn't have the best childhood growing up. Well, me and Damien didn't. Mother gave Angel the best childhood she ever wanted. Sometimes, only sometimes when she was drunk or whatever with her stupid boyfriend did she punish Angel. That was once every blue moon. She was convinced me and Damien had Satan in us. While Angel, well she thought that Angel was an angel from Heaven. Now, let me stop rambling. This story will be an emotional roller coaster. Especially since we get sent to live with our older half-brothers. Mentions of self-harm, abuse, rape, miscarriage, violence, cursing, suicide attempts.

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