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Lucinda would avoid any guys approaching her and at school they would call her weirdo well i am pretty sure she never cared less. Daren Lucinda's little brother would come to her for help with her homework,she would help him out and tell him to be good to mum and dad and to respect the teachers .Somehow Lucinda is also teaching Daren to be like her without friends but their mum Diana would always talk him out of it and always tell him how good it is to make friends she just did not want him to be like his sister.Daren would make friends and even come home with his friends to introduce them to his parents.Their father Lewis is a very hard working man he would always get home late and would a

(eg when Kayley speaks, the format will be as this: Kayley ~ “Mike, what an awesome surprise. Where have you been?” Full adaptation will be dependent on the popularity of the old Interactive Story. Let me know what you think, of My Crazy Normal. Happy reading, Tatum Whispers ******************** I have never been a normal person; I have never done things the normal way, I have never lived by any of the normal rules or even met people the normal way. My normal is crazy, and I only live by my crazy rules. My name is Kaylee. This is my story, the story of my crazy normal world.

--- --- Later that evening, back at home, she found her bedroom window open. Strange. She always kept it shut. And on her bed—folded neatly—was her college ID. She had lost it last week. And somehow... it was back. Her hands trembled as she picked it up. Something was deeply, deeply wrong. Aariz Sheikh Pataudi wasn’t just a guest professor. He wasn’t even just a tenant. He was something else entirely. And she had just invited the devil to walk the halls of her college.

SCOOTER ON A SIDEWALK You know how you meet a certain person in a very awkward setting, in a weird way and that encounter turns your world three sixty? We all have that person in which their presence in our lives makes it better or completely destroys it. Hers was the latter. Adrenaline rush, she was no stranger to it. Taking what wasn't hers, favorite hobby. She has dedicated her life to taking and running and does she have any regrets? No.

I know it’ll just be pocket change for you. “But I can’t go to work looking like this. You know, a kid…” get me, now? You are the weird one because you didn’t freak out upon seeing me. But if others did, they will probably find me odd. They might even report me to police or sell my information online and get featured in TV shows which uses abnormalities as topics. They’d label me as some kind of a new species. I don’t want that. So just let me go, will you?

he asked me, and I took a deep, tiring breath and sat on another chair beside Ryan. "I am sorry for the sass, doctor, but I can't help when I definitely know that you are going to tell me a few more things that will add to me being the weirdest weirdo in this whole world" I stopped and thought for a second. "The weirdest weirdo... damn, I am seriously setting some great benchmarks for the coming weirdos" I groaned and rubbed my face while both of them chuckled. "Well, if you call yourself a weirdo, then I will not interrupt, but I have to say that you surely are interesting," Dr. Singh said, and I tiredly shifted my focus to the matter at hand.

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Maybe he's a wrestler? So... Why me? Remember when I said I was nothing special? Well, I was not exaggerating that either. In fact, I was a major weirdo, what with the whole delusions and those stray and uncontrolled demon thoughts of mine. I wasn’t even friendly. Maybe it was a dare or something? Or was I just being paranoid?

is prompt. Well, I'm not affected by that term because, in the first place, I am the feared gangster in my area. That term is mild to describe me. They even call me a crazy girl just because I tend to go berserk if I am mad. "You're weird," I answered. Lucas's eyes widened. "You are the first person who called us weird." This is an amazing promise. Even Gen was looking at me in shock. "Well, weird in a good way though," I said this because they might get lost because they don't seem to accept that I called them weird. haha

he muttered, almost to himself. The word should’ve stung. It didn’t. The way he said it wasn’t cruel it was bemused, almost fond. Like he was turning the idea over in his head, trying to decide whether weird was a dealbreaker or something he could live with. Like maybe, just maybe, he was trying to figure me out too. I decided to push back. Humor was my only reliable weapon in situations like this. “Weird is just another word for interesting,” I said, forcing a grin I didn’t feel. “You’re welcome.”