Shhh.....

Shhh.....

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This is my little story. Hi I am Rose. I have a secret. It is kind of a funny story, but the truth is I'm different. or at least I think I am. Why else would they say the things they say? I am talking about the kids. Welcome to high school. Where lunch is bad and kids are worse. If you wanna know what I'm talking about here's my story. My sad, mean, cruel, inhuman story of kids to cruel to realise. I didn't ask to be born with my eyes. One green one blue both stuck in my skull. And the worst kid is me. The one to afraid to say anything. Until one day it ripped me apart inside. That was the day I decided to grow a backbone. That was the day I realised roses have thorns. Wanna hear how? Hey guys and gals. ArmoredDargon here. I just wanna say this is a fictional story. This it not about any real person. And I know some of you people go through bullying in the real world. And if you do then as you read this story leave in the comments what is going on that is hard in your life and I will give you a shout out in a chapter. And it doesn't have to be just bullying. It can be anything difficult So I hope you enjoy my story. Love all of you!!!!
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My life has always been terrible. I was always bullied at school. I don't know why, it just seemed that people didn't like my presence. The guys would beat me up and I'd get in trouble when I defended myself, for the teachers never saw what they did. The girls would trick me, making me think they liked me and laughing at me because of it. I was always in the principle's office for one reason or another, but I wasn't a bad student. I actually got really good grades. To make matters worse, my mother wanted nothing to do with me. She'd lock me in the basement, sometimes for days, with no food or warmth. My father would then sneak down and beat me before raping me. So, naturally, I wanted to die. But, for some reason, I can't die. No matter what I do, I can't stay dead. The thing I want more than anything is far out of my reach. Why can't I just die? Warning: mention of rape, suicide, and abuse. Also, this is a boy's love story.

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