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To You Dealry Beloved

To You Dealry Beloved

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Thu, Mar 31, 2016
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No no no wait. My name is well you don't need to know . I am not your average boy. Diagnosed with depression and more. It comes with a advantage. Not really but still. I am in my own world. I have my own friends. They all are all like me. They love me. To you dearly beloved I love you. I say in my head an a answer comes usually. I'll look down my halls and my wings will pop out and I'll smile my big toothy grin. And scrap my claws across the lockers. And I'll see her. My deadly dearly beloved. Drip drip drip drip.. I hear in the back and I see my body. But I ignore it. She loves
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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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