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Hybrid Rebels (Vanoss X Reader Fanfiction)
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Ongoing, First published Dec 22, 2016
You were a hybrid, at your current school they always made fun of you. You hated it and being bullied caused alot of other things like self harm, suicide attempts, attempted run aways and many more. It either ended in a hospital, police station, in your mom or dads car or an insane isylm or even a mental institute. Youve also had to go to anger management due to your anger, your anger could be deadly, later on you learned how to concel it and let it build up. Which isnt good for your health, but if you didnt have to go back to anger management, an insane isylm or a mental institute you were fine. At the time the government hated hybrids, it was rare that they would let us hybrids go into huge place especially to vote or even go to stores/malls. You hated the government, they had made your life worse than ever by the time you had moved into your new home.

"I wont let you hurt anyone! Especially if they're hybrids! We have our rights, and you cant ever take them away from us!"
(COVER NOT MINE)
"I hate the government, so no. But i am a rebel."

Y/n: your name
l/n: last name
f/c: favorite color
h/c: hair color
h/l: hair length 
m/n: moms name
d/n: dads name
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