lost and found

lost and found

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"Hi my name is Nicole Smith I,m 13 years old I go to Thomas Jefferson I have a twin sister her name is nilah, ray smith we both have grey eyes and long black curly hair, but I keep mine flat earned so people can tell us apart I also have a little brother named king smith he is 11 years old he has brown hair grey eyes sometimes blue. My mother is a crack head my father is no where yo be found. I have a big brother bryson he takes car of us he is 18 he has black hair with blue eyes. Just to let you know my momma is wight my daddy is black I think from hat I hear we are mixed. Know let's get to the story. Nicole p.o.v. I was walking home from school, and my best friend mattaleen,but we call her Mattie she has gold hair and green eyes she is caramel. Mattie I said look over there it a man in a BMW I think he is following us because seen him at school in the parking lot Nicole you are seeing things ain't no man in a truck over there you need a nap she said to me. I know what is saw.
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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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