This is my first story. I don't really know where I want to go with it but I am open to any suggestions that anyones has. I am very open for critisism and ways to improve my writing. I will be updating once a week at first but may post more requently in the future.
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Stephaine Meyer owns Twilight, not me, sadly. However the story line is all me.
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I had no idea who I was until I was 17. And not just in the whole where do I fit into this weird, big world. But literally, who I was, was a complete mystery to me. I had created many a story to replace the untold one over the man years, I was a pirate's daughter stolen as collateral. Or a princess from a faraway country that had a civil war. Or when I was feeling particularly more realistic probably a prostitute's daughter who would only get in the way, another mouth to feed.
But the idea of me being anything but an orphan never crossed anybody else's mind, especially when it came to school. The grim looks of the teachers, all knowing my back story, like a book they had read over their holidays it was that thick. Or the sideways looks, comments, whispers and sneers that seemed to create an orchestra when I was walking across the quad at lunch.
I thought it would stay like that, and even though I told myself a million times I wish I could be someone different or know where I was from, secretly I didn't wat to know I wanted everything to be simple and familiar.
But life isn't simple.
And the universe likes to throw a spanner in the works and sit back with a bucket of popcorn and laugh at all the stupid dolls it plays with.
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