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       justice breaker ;; [volume one, wip]
       By: pure Date: January 29, 2013, 8:04 pm
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       [font=georgia]justice breaker ;;[/font]
       [center]chapter one ;; justice breaker
       chapter two ;; reverie
       chapter three ;; a moment of silence, please[/center]
       i hope you guys know this is going by chapter. there will be
       three chapters in each volume c: feel free to make comments.
       [spoiler=justice breaker][center]a dream of cascading water,
       flowing and energizing my very soul - the core of my life had
       been forced upon me. I sure did need the peace, though. With my
       diagnosed ADHD and my nautral personality was enough for anyone
       to bear upon their shoulders. My wool bed was warm, my tan cheek
       light grazing the pearly white pillow laid flat on the bed. I
       was in heaven - absolute bliss. I heard the light, quiet steps
       of my parents awakening, tip-toeing lightly about the house as
       pre-dawn slightly lit up up bedroom. They shared a few words of
       greeting from themselves and I heard them both prepare for the
       day, my mother brewing coffee and my step-father starting the
       shower, the water tinkling downwards. One light hazel eye
       opened, followed by another. I shifted by delicate weight onto
       my side and sat up, my blonde hair a unkept halo around my head
       and small shoulders. I let out a yawn, rubbing away the sleep
       from my eyes in a futile attempt to awaken myself from
       pre-slumber effects.
       I wasn't in the mood to move, I guess you could say I'm lazy. I
       wasn't in the mood to go to school, either. I had no friends to
       welcome me. I was a loner, and outcast lost in a sea of faces no
       one could recall - I was a nobody.
       I closed my eyes, huffing. I hated when I subconsiously called
       myself a 'nobody' but it was true. I wasn't really something to
       look at, there were lots of blonde, perky girls at school that
       made straight A's and were on the cheerleading team or some crap
       like that. I almost laughed... I hate streotypes with a passion.
       "Amour! Goodmournin' sweetie!" I heard a texan accented voice
       call out. I opened an eye and saw my mother, my heart mentally
       leaping with joy. My mom. She was the best. But these days even
       the best people have rotten luck. At age three her parents were
       murdered by some serial killer and she had to move in with her
       uncle that didn't give a crap about her. She always told me she
       wasnted to be an artist and create a cartoon like Spongebob or
       The Looney Tunes. She never got that chance because after
       finishing highschool she became pregnant with my older brother
       Wilbur, who was in college right now, planning on being a
       Criminal Lawyer. She admired her brother because he was living
       his dream - Amour could only say she wanted to go to college and
       be just like her big brother. Her mother never actually
       mentioned their father, whenever Wilbur or she did, she'd get
       really sad and smile weakly before patting his or her head and
       waltzing off to do a household chore or watch TV. I decided not
       to ask anymore because it seemed she really loved that guy and
       he just wanders off without a goodbye? What an a*shole our
       father must be.
       Only good thing that happened was meeting our step-dad. He's
       cool. He came around when I was six years of age and was just
       diagnosed with ADHD. He was the rock of our family, comforting
       my worried mother and playing calming games with me, while also
       having those famous man-to-man talks with Wilbur. I call him
       Dad. I love him a lot - It may be a lot to say for a man who
       isn't your blood... but  hey, he didn't leave like our douchebag
       father did.
       "Hey mom." I answered weakly, still scrubbing my eyes and
       yawning pretty much at the same time. She beamed at my with her
       wide grin and I felt so - lifted. As if she'd always be there
       for me and our family. I stood and started to walk into the
       hallway bathroom, but she stopped me. Her thumb gently teasing
       the skin of my cheek "Love, today is Sunday, y'know." she
       murmured and I facepalmed myself, shaking my head "Ugh. I've
       been so busy, Mom. I barely even notice the days." I grumbled.
       "Its okay," she sighed, letting go of me and her arms falling to
       her sides.
       "So... what's the plan, Mom? We goin' out or what?" I asked.
       "I've been thinkin'..." Oh no. Not to cursed three words again
       'I've been thinkin'...' means she's gonna send me off to another
       camp. I hate camp. Bad things always happen. Like the
       diamondback rattler that somehow had gotten in my sheets while I
       slept, or the stalker I had when I was ten. Or... or... too many
       stuff has happened to me and she still wants to send me to camp?
       Ugh. I love my Mother, really I do - but she can be such a
       drag![/center][/spoiler]
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       Re: justice breaker ;; [volume one, wip]
       By: dew Date: January 29, 2013, 9:08 pm
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       [center][font=georgia]tracking <3[/font][/center]
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