In people's eyes, I'm just that shy push-over girl in the back of the class. In my parent's eyes, I'm the girl who's broken by the news of her deceased brother.
They all took me as the girl who's weak, who's innocent, who's broken. Everyone but him.
Same girl, different appearance and different way of life.
Nobody would suspect the nerd as the infamous street fighter, Pixie.
Well, of course except for the new boy.
[This story is under major construction since I was in a rush when I finished it. I'm not stopping you from reading but please don't judge with the grammar mistakes and wrong use of vocab and some weird plots. I'm working on it. Read at your own risk.]
P.S. Heavy language of profanities ahead.