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The day I became the Daughter of the Telephone, the reds, purples, and blues threw stones at me. Grey ones, like they knew what I was made of. I lived in the grey house with no windows, where the only things I had were a bed, a table, and a mirror. Grey things, like me. Grey skin, grey hair, grey eyes. The child of the grey house, as if that explained everything. They hated me. I felt ugly. The ache in my stomach wasn’t hunger—it was emptiness, a cavity where something human used to liveThe stones hit my skin like bullets, ricocheting off th...
The day Victoria caught Rowan cheating on her it seemed that she knew it all along as the days went from hot to cold then back to hot. Of course, the entire school knew, the whole school already had text chains without the couple buzzing about the infidelity of Rowan Evans. And Victoria Park knew it all as well. She just did. But she was nonchalant about it as it did not hurt her. She had been hurt before, and compared to the amount of pain she endured, this was nothing. She didn't like the attention she was receiving. The spotlight burnt h...
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