The High Life

The High Life

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The night I got into the game. The night everything I knew before that was bright and sunny was no longer that. It was a dark abyss that I could not escape from. It was that night that the girl everyone knew as pure and innocent she was no longer there. she was the girl that was confident and a stubborn motherfucker that doesn't take no ones shit. She was the girl that every goody two shoes wants to be but don't have the balls to do it. That night determined whether I was going to stay or walk. That night changed me and everyone else around me. That night I became known as Vicki the drug dealer or Vicki the queen. Both are not rumors but a little exaggerated I, Victoria Sanchez was branded the girl friend of a drug dealer and is part of the gang called the kings. That night trailed everything that I loved at that moment was going to slip through my fingers instantly. But why describe it when I can tell you how it all started.
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Fallen

I knew there was always something special about me. I knew I was different from all the other girls. I could feel things before they actually happened, hear things nobody else could. I wasn't normal, there was just something there. In no way though, had I expected to be told that not, was I only half human, but 50% angel, and not an angel of heaven. A fallen angel, damned, yet given a second chance to make things right, to be rescued before taking the wrong turn in my life that shamed me from my existence in heaven. Only problem, someone wants me to stay damned, to never become the angel I was meant to be. They'll stop at nothing to kill me, plus I have no clue what exactly I'm fighting against and on top of it all I am nothing without my locket. My locket is my true source of power, it's what kept me alive that terrible night.

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