Hellbound

Hellbound

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"Why couldn't I be normal? I thought I was normal for all of my life. Until today- my eighteenth birthday. How ironic, right? Everything changed since I'm legal and all. But, I didn't think everything about me would actually change. First my hair, then my eyes, now I'm growing a freaking tail! This was worse than hitting puberty! I should probably explain." Taylor loved to believe she lived a normal life. She lived happily with a roof over her head, clothes on her back, food in her stomach and a mother that loved her. Little did she know that would all change on her eighteenth birthday. Oh how clique.
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