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This world is full of coincidence . . .
I said it was full of pervs with a boner for pubescent kids, murderers lurking in the shadows, and God-awful things I didn’t care to think about.
God. I didn’t know if I qualified to say that anymore. How did things get so out of control, so messy? I was normal, once. Put on my bra one arm strap at a time, laced my Converses from bottom to top just like everyone else. Granted, it was a slightly different version of normal—a little too far left of kosher, maybe? But before all of this twistedness happened, I was me. I was a little ignorant, a little naïve. I was whatever my social network profile said. But I hadn’t updated it in, like, three months, so . . .
Three months ago, I was the girl who wore her hair in a saggy ponytail, the girl with the stutter. I despised my mom’s cooking, gamed too much, and laughed at all my dad’s jokes even when they were corny as hell. I’d never been kissed or gotten into trouble. I was Mikayla Blake, human, prone to mess ups and mishaps. No more, no less.
Three months ago, my new life started. And nothing’s been coincidence since.
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