MAJO ACADEMY

MAJO ACADEMY

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I may look like an angel but to tell you the truth I'm a demon.... I may look vulnerable and fragile but the truth is I'm born and train using the hardest trading that if you are not strong you will die.... And I may look like someone that can't hurt even a fly but the truth is I'm a devil in disguise.... I'm calm but I'm deadly as a sea... You see . . . . . . . . . . . . . I was born from a family that use a very powerful majo... A family that feared by every one... A family that once you are part of they should give respect to cause if they don't they will be 6feet under the ground... My family came from powerful charm user after the war between the black and light charmers my family was the only powerful charmers left... Wanna know why my family was the only powerful charmer left simple because my family use a dangerous charm that sends me and my brother to the future .... The where it's safe for us and yes us me and my twin brother was send to the future to be save
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New town. New identity. Same crazy. I love it!!! (insert enthusiastic voice ) (cough, cough) Not!! I hate it. I hate having to to hide who I am. But to protect the civilians and my new home from being destroyed like my last ones, I have obey the leader's rule. No matter if I do disapprove. But all of that changes when I meet, more like bump into someone who's special. ... DOOR OPENS. "Naomi Satchel!" my mother yells as she comes blaring through the doors. "Yes?" I say as I still lie under the covers. My mother pulls my cover from my body and tosses it on the floor. I quickly sit up in my bed and glare at her. "Get your ass up now you have half an hour left before your first-period starts and you better not be late," she demands. "Mom, this isn't my school. This isn't my home. I don't want to go." I whine and beg my mother at the same time to let me stay home. What was I thinking? My mom has an image to uphold being this perfect mother who loves and cares about her little baby girl. We both know the truth. Until a few years ago, I never even knew she existed. She and my father both agreed to send me here because they couldn't stand the fact that I fell in love with a black boy. Although neither of them would ever admit, that's the only reason why I know of her. I don't want to attend a school where I'm going to have to forsake who I truly am just to fit into their liking. How can I explain that to my mom when she sees everything to be black and white.

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