Why Me? Why now! (Coming Soon)

Why Me? Why now! (Coming Soon)

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ALL RIGHTS RESERVED@ By love41 Have you ever felt like an outcast, a nobody, worthless and simply nothing. Well that's my life, everyday, since I was born, 24/7, I'm guessing you get it now. Hi, my name is slut, whore, pig, and every name under the sun. Well that's what everyone at school calls me. The teachers and staff at school call me Korina; that is my real name. It's hard from a victims point of view to fully understand why they have been placed in the position amongst others. Why can't we as humans just be ourselves and be happy? Wait, what am I talking about that is merely impossible. Not with the leader of the school controlling everything and I honestly mean everything. He gets straight A's and he barley attends the classes, can leave whenever he wants. You know what I'm going to stop myself, trust I can rave and rant as long as I want, but my breath and voice isn't worth to be spoken of Liam Payne.
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There's a man-I know what you're thinking- there always is, the only issue is that...he's WAY too hot. It's as if God made him using the fires of hell (cause his eyes scream sin) and gave him the perfect thing he needed to come off as a gentleman- an accent and then, decided to mess with me by making him my teacher. My fucking teacher. Forcing me to watch and watch only as he walks into the class, takes off his blazer in a motion that makes my mouth water, and teaches biology. Teaching us how babies are made, and vehemently refusing to give me a private class on the same. But I know he isn't as proper of a gentleman as he seems- proper ones don't get attracted to eighteen-year-old girls and God forbid- stalk them. And I don't miss the way his eyes darken when he sees me, the way he tries his best to keep me around, and especially the glare he gives all the boys that approach me. He says he cares because I am his star student but I know better. I know the truth. I am more than a student to him. I am his noctiluca.

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