When I met Him

When I met Him

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Being rich isn't all that. Well, it's cool. I was able to scream to One Direction, BTS, and Justin Bieber, "Mahal Kita!" during their concert since I was in the front row. So they heard it, and smiled at me. I eat different cheeses every week since my dad loves cheese. (Especially Spanish cheese. Don't know why.) I test drive different cars since my grandfather sells them when I'm in the city. (Love the Mustang. A classic!) So yeah, it's a pretty rich life. But it's not a perfect life. I mean city life is the rich life. But living in the province, there's nothing much to do but blend in with the local people. But there are dangers when people know who you are. It's afraid to know what things people are capable of doing with knowledge. After the trauma...I have one lesson that will haunt me for the rest of my life. That will leave me wishing for the experience to come back. That will leave me with hope that maybe...I can see him again...The werewolf. The bi-polar. My kidnapper. My knight in shining armor. Don't trust anybody. Even that handsome boy that's eyeing you from across the street.
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LANGUAGES USED: Filipino and English ------ The faces in my childhood memories were fuzzy, in fact, I couldn't remember much of how everything went when I was younger. Except, how my mother looked at me with loathe and was constantly unloving. Growing up, I held onto my dad's words, 'you're special' or so I thought. Ever since I remembered, there have been people trying to kill me. Why? Not only was I hated, but others even want me dead! My life only changed when I met strange people coming from a world I only knew existed in my imagination. History was retold. Lies were unveiled. In the end, my blood was heavier than I expected.

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