Prologue

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        When I was a little girl my mom died, she meant everything to me but now she's gone for good and ever since I would always categorize myself as different and I know I wasn't the only one who was putting myself in that category "Harper Brooklyn the odd one out".

I always liked what "quote on quote" boys liked; I mean most would when they are raised with 4 older brothers and a single dad you wanna act tough, so you don't get picked on but for me it was different I just hated what girls were made to wear or do, "be proper", "cross your legs when you sit", "sit up straight", "where a dress", "don't be so reckless", "let the man take care of that."

I will sometime get invited to sleepovers or parties, but I will say the same thing when thy asked "why waste your time on that when you can do so much more"

and I knew me saying that got me lots of dirty looks or hate like when my teacher asked what I want to be when I grew up I simply said I want to take down bad guy but more than what a police does

and when I did the whole class busted out laughing and my teacher gave me a dirty look, one of my classmates in the back next to me shouted the only thing you'll be good at is cooking my breakfast, lunch, and d- he never got to finish that sentence cause I gave him a good right hook and knocked his tooth right out in front of the whole class.

But I was just a stupid little girl, right? Wrong.

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