Mykah must protect her family from drug dealers, gang bangers and whoever was sending them after her. Ho...
Well, where to start? The beginning- I was hatched. Or was it spawned in a test tube? I'm not so sure anymore. I can't decide if my father was a turkey baster or an alien from outer space. However! Does it really matter how I came to be here since, I am here? I thought not. The middle- I grew up below the poverty line, so I've never had it easy. Along with the other things I've had to deal with growing up, it's shaped me into a strong, willful, and rather skeptical person. When I could, I'd read to just be somewhere else, you know? Be someone else who had things going for them, someone who was an adventurer, who would make a difference. So, in all honesty, that's why I write. I want someone else who is going through something, be it a teenager, a kid or an adult, to read something I wrote and just forget all the things that are going on in their lives for a little bit. The End- Well, the end hasn't happened yet, but when it does. I'll let you know. Fun Facts: -I absolutely love music. I love singing, performing and listening to pretty much everything from Escape the Fate to Sugarland to Blood on the Dance Floor to Hans Zimmerman. \ -I have an extremely perverted sense of humor. I'm pretty sure that I can twist anything into a "That's what She Said" joke. -I'm protective over people I consider my friends. I've morethan once fought someone because my friend was in the fight. -I write what I like to read, so I'm sure that if anything, I'll read my own writing and like it.. Most of the time. Well, that's all I can think of to write for now. So.. Feel free to message me or whatever.
Description: What do you do when all that you've ever learned is to kill? How do you live with yourself when you follow orders and those orders are wrong?
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