The year that Harry Potter went to Hogwarts had more than its fair share of extraordinary witches and wizards. However, there was one child that people do not worship like they do Harry. Her story is of a more solemn nature. Not exciting, but full of harm and fear.

"It is hard to struggle against what you were born to become. Most give in but few can ever overcome."

"Clare! Wake up! Don't make me come up there and force you out of bed!" A warm and inviting voice called up the halls.

Today's the day, Clare thought. The excitement showed on her face as she dressed herself. She put on her best robes, she had to look her best when she was sorted into her familial house, Gryffindor. Clare was bursting to be finally going to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry like her parents had before her.

Joe, her older brother, ran into her room. He was dressed and ready for the day, though his shirt was untucked and shoes barely tied. His brown hair was ruffled and brown eyes excited. "Bet I can beat you down stairs!"

"I bet you can't!" Clare laughed as they hustled downstairs. Joe ran as fast as he could down the stairs, but she slid down the railing and beat him.

"C'mon Clare! That's cheating!"

" 's not"

Their mother finished the argument before it started. "All is fair in love and war Joseph."

Mrs. McGee was a kind woman with bright eyes. Her short blonde hair reflected her personality, spunky and always unpredictable. She followed her feelings rather than logic. She was reckless, light-hearted and fun, completely unlike Mr. McGee.

Mr. McGee, the man sitting in the chair in the corner, worked for the Ministry of Magic as an Auror, a dark wizard hunter. He was the enforcer of the household. He looked exactly like Joe but much older. He had harsh eyes and a sharp brow, but his features softened when he was around his family. His olive skin was covered with pale scars he had acquired on his job. The years had weighed much heavier on him than

He was an early riser and he had been waiting for his children to get up for ages. It was chaos in the house. Everything disheveled, which was normal for a wizard house yet it still bothered him slightly. Their family owl, Carter, had just brought in a letter and the kids had just ran down stairs fully dressed.

"Okay children are you ready?" Mrs. McGee asked as she ruffled Clare's almost-black hair.

Clare looked nothing like the rest of her family. She had dark brown hair and dark blue eyes. Her button nose, face shape and pinkish skin did not fit in with their olive tones and hazel eyes.

Confused? Clare was adopted from a wizard orphanage that was built shortly after Voldemort's demise. She never knew who her parents were. All she had from her past were scars carved onto her skin by a cruel person she never knew, no doubt the one who had put her in the orphanage. Mr. and Mrs. McGee adopted her because they knew how many children had lost their parents during the Wizarding War. They settled to adopt just one along with having their own. When they met Clare, she was hardly two and they fell in love with her. They treated her just like Joe, it was no question she was their child.

Clothed and ready to go, the children prepared to use their floo powder. Joe went first, then Clare, then their mother and father. Clare stumbled out of the fire place, still slightly proud that she had not fallen straight out. It had taken much practice to stay on her feet. She looked around, seeing dozens of students of all different ages hugging their parents, some completely ignoring them and sneaking a side hug before escaping away. From across the busy, bustling platform, Clare saw a familiar face, a buck-toothed girl with bushy curly hair that she had already had the pleasure to make acquaintance with at Diagon Alley.

Diagon Alley had been busy, as usual, with many Hogwarts students and their parents and other witches and wizards.

Their mother had a twinkle in her eye when she asked with a false aloofness "So where to first?" looking at the shopping list as they wandered down the path.

"Olivanders! Please mum Oh Please!" Joe squealed. This was the moment he had been waiting for his whole life.

Their mother smiled "Of course! I should have known! Let's go!" She led them down the crowded brick path into the large store owned by the man with large blue eyes.

Luckily, no one was there at the moment in the store filled the the brim with rows and rows of wand boxes. So they were immediately helped.

Olivander adressed Abigail first. "Abigail Potts, Holly 12 inches, great flexibility with, hmmm, dragon heartstring was it?"

"McGee now, but yes, you are correct." She smiled mischievously, pushing her hair out of her eyes.

Olivander laughed with a twinkle in his eyes as he said "Oh yes, Frank McGee." He mumbled to himself quietly as he walked about, pulling wands for his small customer.

He had him test out multiple wands. Number four shot out white and gold sparks. His wand was 11 in pear wand with a strong flexibility and unicorn hair core. "I can't believe it, mum, Clare, my own wand."

"Now then, let's take care of your sister." Olivander focused his attention on Clare and looked at her for a moment. He scrutinized her face, searching for something first on her skin and then behind her eyes. When he had sufficiently taken her in, he began to give wands to her to hold and test. He asked her questions, which seemed to have no sense, and kept having her test wands. After dozens of wands, one chose her. He looked at her with shocked eyes, but quickly hid his surprise.

"Hmm" Olivander remarked "12 ½ inches long. Hawthorn, dragon heartstring rigid. This is a very unique wand. I got this particular heartstring from a Peruvian Vipertooth, wands made with these particular cores tend to produce volatile offensive spells. And combined with hawthorn wood..." Then he mumbled something almost unintelligible but Clare heard him. He said "What an odd wand for such a sweet child."

"Well I shall be quite interested in your futures young ones." Olivander said to distract from his previous statement.

When they were leaving the shop Joe was bouncing up and down. "This is brilliant" he squeaked.

"Mum, did you hear what Mr. Olivander said about my wand?" Clare asked, quite befuddled. She examined her newly-purchased wand.

"Yes love, you have a very nice wand. Time to go get your robes fitted. And while you two are held up, I'm going to run off to Borgin and Burkes to get your books. Here are some galleons to buy your school robes. Meet me in front of the store once you're all finished. Be careful and don't wander, too far." She added. As Mrs. McGee walked away they went to go get their robes.

As they were walking, Clare wasn't paying attention and suddenly fell to the ground after crashing into a tower of books.

"Ugh" Clare moaned. So, did the, now, pile of books, which was actually just another child.

"I'm so sorry" The funny-looking girl apologized.

"It's okay" Clare said as she helped the stranger pick up their books. "I'm Clare McGee by the way"

"I'm Hermione Granger" She said this quite confidently, but she looked like she had absolutely no clue where to start going.

Clare asked excitedly, "Are you going to Hogwarts?"

"Yes, it will be my first year"

"Really me too! Where are you going?"

"I need to find a place to buy robes" She looked utterly distressed.

Clare laughed "I'm headed there too, you can come with me."

"Thank you" Hermione looked completely relieved. She smiled, trying to make nice with her new companion.

She smiled back at the small girl. "Let me guess" Clare said as they walked, trying to make the girl feel more comfortable. "New to the wizarding world?"

"How could you tell?" She smiled sheepishly.

Clare giggled. "Just the fact that I've known my way around Diagon Alley since I could walk." Clare laughed warmly with her. They conversed as they walked to the shop.

"What do your parents do for a living?" Clare asked.

"They're dentists. What about yours?" Hermione returned.

Even though Clare did not know what a dentist was, she decided to be gracious and pretend she did. "My pop's an Auror. My mum usually stays home. But she might pick up a hobby when we are off at school. I think she used to do some kind of Ministry work at some point."

"Ministry? Like Religion?"

"No, the Ministry of Magic, they run everything around here, the government, you see?" Clare tried to explain in the most-Mugglish way.

"Oh" Hermione said, realizing how much she had to learn about this new world she had been thrown into.

When Clare and Hermione arrived at the store Joe already had his robes, making her slightly jealous. "Clare where did you get off to, and who is this?" He rambled on, not waiting for her response, he told her about how nice the robes are, how he loved the way his wand felt in his hand, questions about if they would have to share an owl... Hermione shot an amused look at Clare and they both began to laugh.

As Clare and Hermione got their robes, Joe left to go find their mom. Hermione had to buy more because Clare had casual robes and all the other things she would need. When they paid for their robes, they went out the door but rammed into a blond haired boy, whose intimidating father had just went off to speak to another adult.

"Watch where you're going" the blond haired boy said pompously. Clare recognized him as Draco Malfoy. They had met at many points when their fathers were speaking, or when they frequented the same wizarding "parties".

"Draco Malfoy" Clare said, not too politely. She didn't hate him… He just had a skewed view of the world with the rich purebloods on top and the poor "others" on the bottom. Her parents had taught her to respect every person, whether they were Muggle, centuar or pureblooded.

When he saw her, he puffed up his chest and strutted about more regally, if that's the right word. "Oh hello McGee, who's the tag along?" Since her family had quite a bit of money, he didn't despise her as much as others. Joe had claimed one time he had a crush on her. The thought made Clare swallowed hard.

"I'm Hermione Granger" She introduced herself, smiling, hoping to make a good impression.

"Granger… Not a wizard family name I know of," Draco sneered.

Hermione looked befuddled. "Well that's because my parents aren't wizards,"

She said matter of fact-ly. Clare wished Hermione hadn't said that, it would have been better to just avoid the subject altogether. She knew what was coming next, but she was prepared. Hermione wasn't.

Draco laughed condescendingly. "I didn't know you made company with filthy mud bloods."

Hermione's eyes swelled with tears as she ran out the door, books in hand.

Clare glared at him. If only looks could kill. He met her glance with a self-righteous, falsely aloof look.

"I will be friends with whoever I please. You're a foul mouthed git. You know that. If you ever call her that again, I won't hesitate to beat you senseless."

He sneered at the threat and walked past her. Clare grabbed her stuff off the floor and ran after her.

Hermione was sitting on a bench. She held her face in her hands. Her body was shaking from cries.

"I was hoping you wouldn't know what that word meant." Clare said concerned.

The tears stopped but her voice was choked on sobs.. "I read. It. In. a. book. It's, it's called So You're a Wizard? Now What."

Clare tried to comfort her. "You know, it's one of those things in the Wizarding world. Some people think only people from super 'pure' wizarding bloodlines should be able to learn and practice magic. They're full of rubbish, my parents told me all about how some of the most powerful, brave witches and wizards came from Muggle families." Hermione looked up from her hands, her cheeks stained with tears. Her spirits were lifted. "You'll be a great witch. Especially when you get through Hogwarts, they'll get you trained up real good."

"How about we go finish shopping". Hermione nodded her head

They walked through the crowds to meet Joe and Mrs. McGee outside Borgin and Burkes, which Hermione had already been to. They arrived and her family had already bought her books. So the four finished their shopping together. They even found Hermione's parents who had been trapped in a discussion with a rather talkative wizard, and they couldn't stand to be rude. Which of course when Joe found out they were muggles he shouted out "Muggles in Diagon Alley! What do you think?"

Abigail laughed and apologized profusely for her son's manners and complimented them on their wonderfully intelligent and well-behaved daughter, jesting at the poor state of the one of her two children. They relaxed minutely when Abigail offered to show them around Diagon Alley and show them where they should and shouldn't go to, of course leaving the students in Fortescue's to get ice cream and wandering through the Owl Emporium.

Hermione left with her parents, immensely more comfortable with the prospects for her next year at school. The Graingers thanked Abigail kindly and they left through the outside entrance.

"That was a very nice thing you did for that Hermione girl today." Abigail said with pride welling up in her chest. Her children had grown up to be kind, loving people. Any minor worry she might've held for their start at Hogwarts was quashed.

About a month from that day, the time came for the children to board the Hogwarts express. Clare tried to make her way to Hermione, but the girl had already made her way onto the train. Clare and Joe hugged their parents goodbye.

After Joe had squirmed away from his sappy moment with their parents, Abigail grabbed Clare by the shoulders and said, "My darling girl, remember, you mean so much to your father and I." Clare looked up at her father, who was smiling down at his daughter. "We are so proud of you, you are going to do so well." She hugged her close and said into her ear "Don't let any of those other silly pureblood families make you forget who you are."

"Of course not Mum, all they ever talk about is a bunch of hogwash." She smiled with a twinkle in her eye.

"That's my girl. Give that Hermione girl a hug for me." She kissed her on the cheek.

Frank got down on a knee to look his daughter in the eyes. Every horror he had witnessed and the things he had done to keep the world safe all melted away in the sight of his little girl's eyes. He kissed her on the forehead. "You'll do brilliant. Keep an eye on your brother, you know how he has a certain knack for getting into trouble." Clare smiled at the thought of exactly how much trouble he had gotten himself into. "You better go." He looked up at the whistling train. "Don't want to miss your train."

Clare gave them one last hug and ran off to the train, climbing on board. She watch her parents wave goodbye.

Clare wandered through the tight walkway to find an open seat. She ended up sitting next to a couple of first years. She remembered their names were Lavender, Cho, and Hannah. They talked about which house they wanted to be in. Clare said "I want to be sorted into Gryffindor my parents and their parents have all been in Gryffindor."

Before they knew it the first years were shuffled onto a boat to the great hall. Clare spotted Hermione again.

Determined to get her attention this time, "Hermione!" She waved from across the crowd

"Clare!" She came running over, her bushy hair bouncing with her movement. "I can't believe we are finally here!"

"Me neither." Clare said, looking all around at the wonder appearing around her. The beauty of the castle shining across the water was breathtaking. She had imagined this view her whole life, but now that she was here, she realized how weak her imagination had been.

Hermione remembered her company and awkwardly introduced them. "Oh. Clare, these are the people I sat with on the train. Ron Weasley and Harry Potter."

Ron familiarly half-waved at Clare. She recognized his gangly, awkward frame, remembering his family and holding back laughter from some familiar memories. "Oh, I know Ron." She looked over to the scrawny dark-haired boy with glasses. "HARRY POTTER!" She said in awe. "It's a pleasure to meet you. You defeated the Dark Lord when you were just a child." He looked a little uncomfortable and mostly confused.

"That's what I've been told." He replied, shifting his weight and rubbing his hands on his pants.

She noticed his reaction so she dropped the subject, "Any ways, I'm Clare McGee."

"Where's your brother?" Ron asked, clearly more acquainted with Joe.

"Oh" she looked around. She spotted him at the point of the ship with a group of boys. "He's at the front of the ship."

"Are you twins?" Hermione asked, a question that had clearly been present in her mind for some time.

"No." She laughed, it was question she heard often. "Joe is older than me. I was adopted when I was really young. The wizarding war left a lot of children parentless."

Harry took particular interest in this statement. His eyes lit up with questions, like he could find understanding in her. "How did your parents die?"

Ron and Hermione gaped at Harry then glanced at Clare, measuring her reaction. Clare gazed at the stars almost as if to discern an answer from them. "I dunno. I don't even know who they were."

Joe called out to her and she pushed her way over to him. "See you in a bit."

Once they reached land, a woman named Professor Mcgonagall took them to great hall and explained the sorting. When they got into the room there was an old hat sitting on a stool. It said a little rhyme, which was exciting. But then they began calling up names and electricity pulsed through her veins. Hermione was sorted into Gryffindor and when they got to the 'M's Clare was called up. She wasn't nervous; she was excited. She would finally join Gryffindor, she was sure of it.

She walked up to the stool with extra pep in her step. When she got the hat on her head, she sat there for fifteen seconds. The hat was not speaking. Another fifteen went by. It had been a whole minute when the hall started erupting with murmurs. The hat finally whispered to her "Sorry for the wait my girl but I don't know what to do with you"

Clare was horrified. Do I not belong in a house? She thought.

The hat reassured her "It's not that... You're more versatile than many."

After what felt like years the hat announced "Slytherin!" The Slytherin house cheered. But, Clare didn't feel like cheering. She felt like hiding her face and running away while screaming.

Holding back tears, she walked to her place with the other Slytherins. She would NOT cry in front of the whole school, especially not in front of her new house. As she walked by Draco, he scoffed "Still going to slap me McGee?"

"I think I will." she replied, with a twinkle in her eyes.

She tried not to shy away from all the wizards and witches who knew where she should have gone. Generations of McGees were Gryffindors. It would be like if Malfoy had been sorted into Gryffindor.

She could barely stand to look in her brother's eyes, but she looked at him as he approached the stool with the hat. He was looking at her with his big brown eyes. They screamed of hurt and betrayal. But when the hat shouted out "Gryffindor!", he mouthed to her "Sorry" as the cheers echoed through the halls. He looked so concerned for her, like he wanted to run over and drag her to the right side.

Clare watched as all her friends were sorted into Gryffindor and she thought why me. And when all the delicious-smelling food appeared, she barely ate anything. But, she wasn't one to mope so she made an effort to talk to some people, not all Slytherins were bad. Her parents had said that once, she thought. Before long some second year girls were explaining her who's who and all the ins and outs of the Slytherin house.

"Your pretty enough, so you can use that to your advantage to convince some of the Quidditch boys to let you hang out with them. And our Prefects look out for us. It's those bloody Ravenclaws and Gryffindors. Ravenclaws are just bloody annoying, Gryffindors want us to fail. I'm sure you're familiar with that, McGee."

She nodded her head and chuckled to herself. "Yeah I am."

The blonde one with a long face, whose name she had already forgot, said "Yeah, you should fit in just fine, being pureblood and all. Just don't make friends with the wrong people, that's a social death sentence. Oh and don't get on Snape's bad side."

Before long they were being escorted to the common room, which is located in the dungeon. The prefect had been rambling on about how not all Slytherins are evil when the head of Slytherin house, Professor Severus Snape gave them a "welcoming" speech.

"Hello students, I am Professor Snape, the head of Slytherin house. I will not tolerate ANY misconduct from any one of you. We have won the house cup for many years straight and I intend to keep it that way. You are nothing special until you prove it. So, forget your heritage and don't slack off. And do not be late."

When he was out of earshot Pansy Parkinson said, "Well he's nice". When they entered the Slytherin common room, Clare tried to keep a positive attitude, the older Slytherin's immediately trudged to their quarters, some of them taking the time to talk to the first years, giving them tips, trying to coerce them to their side of some argument. Trying to make herself at home, she went into the first year quarters to pick a bed.

This kicked off Clare's year. She was a perfect student like always, but she also avoided picking up the Slytherin attitude of superiority. She spent time with students from all the houses, well anyone who would have her. Though Joe wouldn't defend her to her face, he had her back.

In a particular conversation with Seamus Finnegan, he may have punched the Irishman square in the nose after he had said all the Slytherin girls were as repulsive as snakes. Joe advised him to watch his mouth, of course he didn't and received a punch in the face. Clare had heard about this occurrence from Ron in the Hallway. He told her quickly before anyone could see they were together. Clare got used to this treatment quickly.

Hermione was one who never treated her like this. She and Hermione enjoyed studying together, they tried to not allow their house's prejudices to effect their behavior. Once they sat in the library discussing different spells used for transfiguration when one of Clare's housemates walked up.

Parkinson, a perfectly vile girl, came up to them with a sneer coloring her face. "Clare, I'm surprised you associate yourself with mudbloods. Especially a know-it-all like this one."

Clare had gotten sick of that word very quickly, mudblood. She smiled graciously, "Hi Pansy." She was attempting to be passive about it all. Hermione ignored it too.

But, Pansy wasn't done yet. "She's a Gryffindor. Do you even think about who you're seen with?"

"I'd rather hang out with muggle-borns than a pure blooded witch who's a bully. Hermione is far more skilled at magic than you, so you have no room to ridicule her." She said holding her gaze.

Pansy's face turned bright red. She pulled out her wand. It sat clumsily in her hand. "Prove it."

Hermione spoke up, attempting to pacify the situation. "This isn't the time or the place. Just look at your marks and mine, that undoubtedly proves who is better." That shut Pansy up. They all knew that Hermione was one of the smartest people in their year, and had some of the highest marks.

Clare's strong sense of justice had been satisfied. "Go away Pansy."

Pansy opened her mouth to protest again but then she furiously stomped away. Her stupid hair swinging behind her.

"Thanks." Hermione said, returning to her book quietly.

"What kind of a friend would I be if I didn't stand up for you?" Clare said, brushing it off. She had done the right thing, that's all that mattered.

She didn't mind telling off her fellow Slytherins when they openly questioned the company she was keeping. Malfoy didn't mind calling her out frequently, in front of everyone.

One night when most of the students were studying in the common room for exams, Malfoy stood up from the corner where he and Crabbe and Goyle usually sulked. "So McGee, you've finally decided to spend time with some quality people?" Some of the Slytherins snickered, others who took their studies more seriously ignored the drama that Malfoy was attempting to begin.

Clare was one of those who decidedly ignored him, burying her face further in the History of Magic book. Malfoy hated to be ignored, especially by people he thought were beneath him, so everyone. He knocked the book out of her hands. "What are we not good enough for you?" Malfoy sneered at her.

The other Slytherins watched, interested in her answer. "Malfoy, if you want me to spend more time with you, you just have to ask." She replied innocently, hiding the coy nature of her comment. A group of girls in the corner giggled, multiple others smirked to themselves at her reply.

Malfoy flushed a pinkish red and angrily answered her, "I know your terribly attracted to me, but I'd rather be a Squib than be grouped in with the Mudbloods and halfbreeds you choose to associate with."

At this point, even the seventh years had tuned in to see who would win this battle of wit. "So either I have bad taste in company, or you're such a bore that I would rather hang out with Mudbloods and Hufflepuffs than your pompus highness."

Malfoy's jaw hung open as he worked himself up trying to think of something to say as she stood up, grabbed her book and walked toward the girl's staircase. He blocked her path and said "You think you're all high and mighty for ignoring and disowning your house and spending time with the others." Personal offense was obviously coloring his voice.

"You're wrong Draco. Unlike you, I don't think I'm better than anyone else just because of my last name." Or my house. She thought privately to herself. "Now if you please, I would like to get into my dormitory, unless you prefer to argue all night."

"Just let her through Malfoy," one of the fourth years protested.

Malfoy finally moved out of her way, stomping back over to his goons. She felt accomplished because he had to fumble for every word, while she spoke freely and easily. She was thankful for her upbringing or else she may not have been able to make it through the first part of that year.

Right before winter holidays had begun, Headmaster Dumbledore called her into his office. She wondered what she did to deserve a private conversation with the Headmaster. He had a kind demeanor and a mischievous smile that made children comfortable, like he was on their side.

Snape would not give anything away, he cryptically led her through Hogwarts, she needed his escort since it was past her curfew. He said the password and led her down the staircase.

"You will not embarrass me while you are in there, understood?" Snape said with a scowl.

"Yes Professor," she replied.

"Go inside." Snape said impatiently.

"Headmaster?" Clare said nervously to the closed door. She had no idea why he called her to his office. So she assumed the worst.

"Come in Miss McGee. Sit." He smiled at her, like a grandfather.

"Thank you." She smiled, instantly at ease. "How are you Headmaster?"

"I am doing well, thank you Clarissa. May I call you that?" He carefully examined her face, looking for something.

"Yes, that's perfectly fine." She couldn't help but notice all the things sitting around in his office. She tried to keep eye contact with him, but found herself distracted by every single odd and end.

Dumbledore leaned in towards her. "To be completely transparent with you, I called you in here because I wished to speak to you about your parents."

"Oh okay. What is it? Are they okay?" Her mind panicked. If anything ever happened to her family, she wouldn't know what to do.

"Not your adopted parents, your biological parents." Dumbledore said with a coolness.

Her interest faded. She never knew her parents, and no one ever told her about them. "Umm, what about them?"

"Do you know who they are?" Dumbledore said casually.

"No sir."

"Any clues at all?" He asked, curious.

"Well there is one but…" she trailed, not wanting to talk about it. But his eyes look expectant.

So she continued. "Someone, I think it was one of my parents, put the letters 'T M R', actually, engraved them into my skin on my back." She shifted her position, uncomfortable with talking about the subject.

The headmaster's face was grave. "Thank you for coming to my office on such short notice. You may go Clare. Have a good winter holiday."

"Thank you headmaster." She said, shocked by the abrupt ending of the conversation.

She left quickly. She was escorted silently back to the Common room by Professor Snape.

After she had finished her exams, she returned home for the winter holidays.

Her parents welcomed her with warm arms but immediately sat her down and spoke to her.

"Honey, I know that you must be a little confused about why you were sorted in to Slytherin. I know you were excited to be in Gryffindor, but it doesn't really matter what house your in. You could be in Slytherin and still be brave and smart. Just like people can be in Ravenclaw, but still very cunning." Mrs. McGee assured her.

Her father continued her thought. "We love you. We are proud of you for sticking up for your friends. We have heard only good things about you." Clare had been writing letters to her parents, but they explained that they wanted to wait to have this talk in person. "We know that you'll stay out of trouble and make us proud." Both her parents kissed her on the head.

"I did not doubt you for a moment," Abigail said with love in her eyes.

This conversation helped her to come to terms with who she was. She loved her parents more than anything. Even Joe was supportive of her situation. "Mum said not all Slytherins go bad," Joe said to reassure her.

After returning to Hogwarts, she finished her first year quickly and out of trouble. She stayed out of the headmaster's office. And, the only attention she got from her professors was about her outstanding marks.

She got along with all her class mates, even with her fellow Slytherins. They respected her because first she was a pureblood and two she could outwit those who questioned her. Malfoy and his possy were the only ones attacking her consistently. They continually teased her for associating with mudbloods. The only thing keeping her from wiping them across the floor, was her parents. She would make her family proud and not stoop to violence.

But oh, how she wanted to make them sorry.

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