I opened my eyes slowly, sitting up in my bottom bunk.
My friend Nikki had the bunk above mine since she was skinnier and smaller in general.
I realized that I was the only one awake. Yes! First shower! I raced into the showers and turned up the water until it was just right. I looked down at myself, seeing all the scars. No this isn't a typical fanfic. I don't harm myself.
These are the scars of bullet holes and stab wounds.
I snapped out of my trance as I heard the wake up bell.
Bunks?
Wake up bell?
You're probably wondering where I live.
I've been in the Protection Program most of my life. Like that old Disney movie Princess Protection Program? Just like that, except I'm not a princess, and we all live in a safe house, not in far away countries with extreme weather.
This safe house is in America.
I'm from Japan.
My name is Oliver Suoh, some people call me Ollie or Olive. Whatever you want is fine with me!
I'm 17, almost 18, with little to no education. Being in a protection program, the main priority isn't learning ABC. It's staying alive.
Which is sometimes impossible.
YOU ARE READING
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Fanfiction2nd Place 2017 Winter Ouran Wattys Ranked #1 & #3 Mori x OC "ρяσтє¢т тнєм, иσ мαттєя тнє ¢σѕт вє¢αυѕє ιи тнє єи∂ ωнαт'ѕ ℓσѕт ιѕ ℓσѕт. αℓтнσυgн вяυιѕєѕ αяє єαѕу тσ мєи∂, fιχιиg уσυя нєαят тαкєѕ α иєω ѕтαят." Oliver Suoh is used to having people star...
