Night-Light ➼

Night-Light ➼

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Anastasha is a 17-year-old girl with a dark past. While she's more mature than most girls her age, she still holds onto one part of her childish self. A small cat night-light given to her by a complete stranger so many years ago. While she truly is a beautiful girl, she always looks sad. Most of the time she's picked on for wearing too much makeup, and being so quiet. But there's some friends in her life that do truly cheer her up. She has no romeo in her life. She doesn't trust anyone enough to truly like them. She's just a small child in the dark, a night-light her only anchor.
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Ana

Life as a child was amazing. Your weight didn't matter. Your clothes didn't matter. Your parents money didn't matter. All that mattered was who you were going to play with, but that's all gone now. My sister hates me, my mom has no time for me, and my dad, well he left me. My life has been one whirlwind after another. Except I'm content with it, till it all comes crashing down. Every television, billboard, and magazine is covered with models. Models that are supposed to be role models, for us. Perfect face, perfect body, perfect life. I have none of those things. All my life I've never cared that I was over weight, and didn't wear makeup. Who knew a boy could change all of that? That's when I decided to starve myself, force myself to look like the girls in the magazines. Who knew all I was doing was slowly killing myself? Life likes to play games, except my game is called Ana and I don't think I will survive. (unedited) Cover by: MadHatter_25

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