The Given Daughter
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Last published Sun, Aug 14, 2016
Hi I'm Skylar I'm 14 years old I have red hair,but it can change depending to my mood so if I'm mad then it turns red and when I'm calm it turns brown oh and I also have hazel eyes but like my hair they change, only to a lights green I almost forgot to tell you I killed my parents when I was 11 but then again they weren't much use to me anyway so why have them around right? Anyway I'm just looking for a home a place to fit in after all I am a demon .
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