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  1. threemusketeers threemusketeers
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    August 2, 2011 10:49am UTC
    Three Bitchateers
    Steph [Part II]
    So many tears were streaming down my cheeks that my face could easily be mistaken for a f**king river. "W-why didn't you tell me? I had some kind of idea that my sisters existed. You knew the truth, but you just let me make a fool of myself. What kind of parents are you? Well I know what kind of parents you aren't- mine."
    My "mother" sat down, in tears as well. "W-we didn't know what to tell you, sweetie. That your biological father is a criminal? He killed your biological mother? How could we say something like that to someone we love? It isn't easy."
    With my hands, I concealed my face & wiped a few teardrops away. "What hurts more is knowing I wasn't worth the truth. You guys don't love me. You've been making me feel insane for the past few years, telling me I was delusional. These girls I've been seeing all around me- they're my sisters?"
    My "father" clasped his hands together. "No matter what we tried, your mother struggled getting pregnant. So we decided to adopt. There was a great place near your grandparents in Allentown, Pennsylvania, your original town, so we took a visit. We signed up to adopt you because we thought you had the prettiest eyes of all your sisters."
    I struggled to breathe. This was all too much. All my life, I felt alone. Misunderstood. I never had too many friends. I always wished to have sisters... was 11:11 finally paying off?
    "Do you know where my sisters are now?"
    "Well, Kayla King is one of the most recognized faces in the United States. Which really didn't help us keep the secret from you. We did our research; she resides in New York. And I'm guessing the other sister lives in Whitehall, since we always see her when we visit."
    "I-I need to find them," I blurted. "On my own."
    "Stephanie, no. You can't just leave," my mother protested, grasping my arm tightly.
    I gaped at her with wide green eyes. "If you truly love me, you'll let me go."
    What happened next... I never saw it coming.
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  2. threemusketeers threemusketeers
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    August 1, 2011 9:22pm UTC
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  4. threemusketeers threemusketeers
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    August 1, 2011 8:48am UTC
    Three Bitchateers
    G i n e v r a : P a r t O n e
    "Poor, little, looooooser" Someone said from behind me, before I could even look to see who it was, i turned around and punched her in the Jaw. I knew who it was because of her light but rough voice.
    It was Hannah Mitchelle, her dark blue eyes smiled, but within the next second- when the pain hit her, the smile turned into evil.
    She stated to scream and ran towards me, a circle started to accumulate around us.
    " Fight, fight, fight, fight!" People started to call.
    Hannah scratched me, i felt blood dripping down my pale skin.
    A satisfied smile crossed her heart shaped face, i shook my head in disbelief.
    As she started to walk away, i ran up behind her and pushed her.
    This time it wasn't a smile on her face, it was terror.
    She was afraid of me, but could never admit it.
    The bell rang for 9th period, i sighed in relief. 45 more minutes of this crap and i'm out.
    Before walking into Math class, i made my way through the tight entrance to the girls
    bathroom, washing the blood of my face.
    I stared in the mirror, my blue eyes glistened. Sometimes, i thought my eyes were the only pretty thing about me. They were such a light blue, sometimes they looked white.
    "Ginevra?" A deep, hoarse voice called. I flinched at the name, i hated my name.
    My adoptive mother named me Ginevra, after Ginevra "Ginny" Weasley. She was a bit of a Harry Potter freak, and got me into it when i was only six.
    The male figure walked around the wall which was so stupidly placed next to the bathroom door, it was like a maze trying to get into a stall.
    "Daniel!" I cried and ran towards him, he caught me in a hug.
    The smell of axe surrounded me, i felt dizzy.
    " Oh dear god." He said, i could tell he was worried by the tone of his voice, " What happened to your forehead?"
    If you didn't go to Whitehall school district, a stupid little town south of Allentown Pennsylvania, you would think Daniel and I were dating.
    We weren't, though i had feelings for him ever since we became friends in the first grade. Nearly six years ago.
    He moved a brown piece of my ugly, straight as a ruler hair from my face so he could see the scar she left on my forehead.
    He shook his head, but let out a little laugh, " Ginny, i doubt your mom will be happy when you go home. But then when she realized the shape she wont be."
    I looked at him, dumbfounded. What the hell was he talking about.
    He laughed again, seeing the questioned look on my face.
    " It's shaped like a lightning bult... Sort of"
    I smiled, i knew he was just trying to make me smile, the mark was nowhere near a lightning bolt.
    "So tonight, we have work still right?" Daniel asked, as i groaned before he finished.
    We worked at an amusement park in the town over, it payed good but just wasn't worth it.
    "I sware, Dorney Park is going to kill me." I said, he flicked me.
    I giggled, trying to flirt.
    " Are we just going to skip class?" He asked, and i nodded. "Lock the bathroom door."
    I god up, and did so. Hoping maybe just maybe he'd kiss me.
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  5. threemusketeers threemusketeers
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    July 31, 2011 10:33pm UTC
    Three Bitchateers
    Kayla [Part 1]
    I looked at myself thru the mirror. My icy blue green eyes with a ton of makeup on looked back at me.
    I sighed and walked to my room to watch some TV. I plopped down on my huge bed with a Victoria's
    Secret Pink bedspread on it to realize it's too loud outside to watch any TV. I walked over to my
    window and looked out of it. Cool, a new billboard of me across the street. I'm a model and I live in
    Manhattan, New York and my dad, works on Wall Street. And my mom? She's a hand model. I'm
    usually alone in my big Penthouse when I have nothing to do. I decided to go take a walk with my
    puppy, Cloud. I put her on her leash and walked down. I was starving. But, I have a huge photoshoot
    soon for Hollister so I walked by every single McDonald's and Dunkin Donuts I passed on my walk. I
    hate being a model sometimes, but the other times , I love it. It's like I can't eat anything because I
    always have something lined up. Oh, and somehow people know me. Like, I don't even think I'm a
    famous model, I just model for tons of places and my face is on hundreds of billboards across the
    country. So, every once in a while I get stalked by a few creepy guys, but the upside to that is that
    sometimes, there's a hot one. I rarely go to school because of travelling for modelling so I have a tutor
    that comes along. I still have a lot of friends, just no time to hangout. I rolled my eyes at my thoughts.
    I just started to walk home as I bumped into my mom. "Hey Sweetie!" She said, way, way too loudly.
    "Hey Mom.." "Are you excited for your Hollister shoot?!" She loves me being a model, because the only
    thing she models is bracelets, rings, & watches. "I guess so, yeah," I said as we started walking home.
    "Well, um, we're not going to California for this one. The director of the shoot found a beautiful beach i
    n Rhode Island to shoot at..." My mom's voice trailed off. RHODE ISLAND,?! I thought.. "Uh, okay. Mom,
    is there any shopping there?" I asked, "Yes of course we can go tomorrow morning so we can hit the
    outlets on the way up if you'd like!" I nodded, as we walked into our Penthouse. I suddenly became
    excited about going to Rhode Island. Such a random state but when I googled it, they have a couple
    amazing malls there. I packed up my stuff and went to bed to be woken up early tomorrow morning.
    Well, I'm Kayla King & I'm no special person.
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  6. threemusketeers threemusketeers
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    July 31, 2011 9:18pm UTC
    Three Bitchateers
    Steph [Part I]
    My parents always told me I was hallucinating, but I was confident of what I believed to view through my emerald green eyes.
    I would see billboards with models that looked like me. Magazine ads. Hollister bags. Every summer when I visited my grandparents in Pennsylvania, I would catch a glimpse of a girl that looked exactly like me at restaurants and the movie theater.
    Every time I brought this up with my family, I would be scolded & punished until sunrise of the following day. I never understood why. Maybe they were concerned that I was going insane & they wanted to keep me clear of mental asylums. But no matter what, I would strongly stand beside my belief of my look-alikes' existances.
    In our red convertible, my parents & I were cruising down a highway in our city Cranston, Rhode Island on our way back home from a restaurant. Our family had been peaceful for the past month because I hadn't brought up my whole clone belief since I went to Dorney Park in June & saw my look-alike once again.
    I gazed at the passing billboards- a way of killing time while my family discussed the horrible politics in our state.
    There was a billboard for the official cheese doodle of the Boston Red Sox. HAHA, WTF? I chuckled at a Coors Light ad with a polar bear sipping bear. My heart stopped when I caught site of the next billboard.
    It was an advertisement for a family therapist. There was a father and son arguing while the mother was on the phone (I assumed with the therapist). I peered to the side & locked eyes with the daughter of the make-believe family.
    She had flowing brown hair, the same, perfect nose as the one on my own face, & she also had identical high cheek bones. For the advertisement, she had her hands plugging her ears, a wilting frown, & a speech bubble that read; "HELP!"
    As I saw it, she needed help proving to my parents that she did exist.
    I unlocked my seatbelt & leaped out of the car. As a result, I tumbled into the woods alongside the highway. Several cars screeched to a halt & pulled over. Including my parents'.
    "What the f**k are you doing Stephanie?! You're causing a damn scene!" My fad yelled, his face more red than the blood seeping out of a cut on my knee.
    "Th-that girl up there! Dad, she looks exactly like me!" I trembled as I pointed at the billboard 200 feet behind us.
    My father didn't even glance at the double-sided advertisement with the girl. Instead, he took in the site of the new cuts garnishing my legs and arms. Were those tears in his eyes? "Steph, honey, get in the car. We're going home."
    I did as told, but as I seated myself in the left seat in the back of the car, my eyes never left my clone.
    I'm Steph Phelps, & when I have a belief, no one knocks down my wall of confidence surrounding it.
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