I am nothing more than the quiet girl that sits next to you in math. The one you laugh at, push, shove... I am her. I may not be strong now, i might cry a lot, write my stories all over my body rather than the pages of a tear-stained notebook, i will grow. I will grow and i will become stronger than i was before.
I am nothing more than a misfit looking for happiness. <3
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Story by DemureMisfit
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A fifteen year old teen named Felicity (Pleasantness) Takes a wrong turn and ends up in a dark alley at 3 am...