Midnight Blue Revenge

Midnight Blue Revenge

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sat, Nov 2, 2013
"WHAT. THE. FUCK!" I screamed loud enough to thankfully force them to part like the red sea. I was really on the verge of breaking something especially because of how unembarrassed they looked. What's worse is that Daniel had the nerve to smirk. Daniel fucking McKinley SMIRKED, after I caught him shagging a bimbo and scarring my bloody tree house! And that was the day that I decided that payback was really going to be a bitch. When Ianna Watson finds the school jock and the rather annoying cheerleader in a very inhumane position in the tree house filled with her childhood memories, she decides that letting them go without teaching them a lesson is just not happening. So as she cooks up the perfect recipe that tastes mildly of payback with a little hint of spice and a generous drizzle of teen hormones, can she really stop what fate has made inevitable? Or will her slightly stubborn attitude of avoiding all things cliché drive her away from the concealed future? Well we'll just have to see what's written in the stars for this Midnight Blue REVENGE.
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In every stupid and cliché teen fiction story, there's always the blonde cheerleader that people think is a complete bitch and acts as the sinister antagonist of the story. Sorry to disappoint, but I'm that blonde cheerleader that people think is a complete bitch and acts as the sinister antagonist of the story. Is it my fault that I was born with this hair color or with the blue eyes? Is it my fault that I worked hard to be the leader of the cheer team? And how come there's always this goody-two-shoes who comes in and rains on my parade? Let's list off the criteria: Blonde? Obviously. Blue eyes? Like, as you say, "a reflection of the ocean" Cheerleader? Complete with the uniform. Bimbo? My grades beg to differ. A bitch? I'm not even going to deny it. Antagonist? Well, I'll let you be the judge of that.

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