Who Am I
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Roses are red, voilets are blue, you kidnapped me, why should I trust you? At three years old Saturday's Mom was killed in a brutal car accident, killing her almost immediately. Or so she thought. Saturday is only 14 when she first starts seeing them. On her 15 birthday she opens her first birthday present only to here their taunting whispers in her ears. She thought somebody could help so she told them what was wrong and within minutes she was headed to couneling. Of course they thought she was crazy why had she thought she could trust them. Until one day she meets a boy named October who has the same thoughts. She thought she trusted him until he kidnapped her and they all said her Mother is alive and Queen and she is to be a Princess. Please don't mind the terrible Grammar, spelling etc.
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"Would you not do that, Cupcake?" He moaned. "Cupcake, really? We escalated to pet names?" I said annoyed. "Well you haven't confirmed your name, so yeah." He responded getting up. "Fine if it means you'll stop calling me Cupcake, my name's Marie." I told him. "Good to know Cupcake." He smirked. I just rolled my eyes and turned back towards the classroom. "Hey does it look like I was done talking to you?" "Does it look like I care?" I asked turning back to the classroom. ------------------------------------ People think I am a normal girl. That's not how I would describe it. My dad was a CIA agent, before he died when I was 10. He trained me so, I can take care of my mom and I. I thought I wouldn't have anymore issues. I wouldn't need to live in fear of someone trying to hurt us. But then when I came home from school my mom was gone. The only thing there was a letter. MY MOM WAS KIDNAPPED! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I just moved to a small rich town in Tennessee. I just wanted to finish Junior year and not have to worry about how my dads job could effect me. I never expected to run straight into the schools bad boy. Let's just say he had no idea who he was messing with.

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