Anabelle Lee

Anabelle Lee

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In a world where true love is barely hanging on a thread; Annabelle Lee shows us that we can believe in our own abilities, in our strength's and show others the value we have. She's awkward and has a secret, but this only depends if she can break out of her shell and finally find what she's capable of. ~<>~ Now is the time to believe, now is the time to get out of the shell that's been guarding me, it's finally time to face the world and show them who I really am. The power's I've been hiding have been passed down from my ancestors, my forefathers, makes me a freak in the mortal world. But when I finally find the world where I truly belong in, it's all different than what I imagined. I have to show the immortal dwellers that they can make their own decision's, they they have value and importance, they shouldn't have to hide behind their mask. I have to show them they belong.
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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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