Scarred, Not Broken
What everybody else saw, so did Valerie. They pitied her for the scar on her face. But she refused to pity herself. She believed in her strength, in who she was. She stood strong against all the nasty games that time had played with her. She didn't drown in self-pity or indulge ins sorrow. If she couldn't be the happiest person on the planet, she chose not to be the saddest. But when time takes another cruel turn, her decisions waver and her choices are strained.
Under that scarred face, rests a girl of great strength who is not afraid of staring death in its face.
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RestlessDaydreamer
I have the same name. I also have a scar on my face but its from a bite from my dog. Hehe. Excited to read this. ~~ ^^
I believe authors write a lot of themselves into their stories. You probably don't realize how much you reveal about yourself!
I love how you use the title in you prologue - it's really powerful and intruiging. It's an amazing start! ;D
I'm kind of like her, some days I don't care how I look then other days I do, saw no mistakes, and an interesting story idea.
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