Just Average

Just Average

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Neveah Peterson is what most adults would call your average 16 year old girl. But little do they know instead of spending her childhood learning how to ride a bike, she spent her childhood learning how to defend herself on the streets of Philadelphia. Instead of living in small town with people she would know her whole life, she was forced in and out of the foster system. Instead of making memories to last a lifetime she was smashing kids heads into the concrete for calling her an ugly crack whore. The majority of her life was spent wondering where her next meal would come from all while learning how to get along without daddy's money, because in her time daddy didn't have any money. Life handed Neveah a rotten deck of cards and she always felt alone, but that didn't stop the independence from boiling inside of her all those years. Maybe it was sitting alone watching her mother slowly deteriorate into nothing but her mental illness that caused Nevaeh to become the cold hearted bitch she was. Maybe it was watching every person she had ever trusted slowly destroy her. Nevaeh Peterson is her name and suddenly you see average isn't so average. Jasper Equador is what most adults would call your average 18 year old boy except Jasper has never struggled a day in his life because of his dad being filthy rich. It was his roaring six pack and his dangerous bad boy personality that had every girl begging for his attetion which only added to his privaleged lifestyle. Although his life has been a whirlwind of turmoil & destruction. When he was 8 his mom was sent to federal prison for killing an innocent family in a house fire gone wrong. He hasn't heard from her since. When he was 12 he watched his sister get brutally murdered in his own home. He was 13 when his dad moved him half way across the world to a small town in Vermont, where he picked up being a crime bosses son. Jasper Equador is his name and suddenly you see average isn't so average.
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