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Until Fate Break Us Apart

Eirlys Williams is the child of misfortune. That’s what people always labeled her. Her abusive father killed her mother due to her infidelity with another man, creating a permanent scar in her heart. People come and go in her life, but she remains in the same place, with her indelible trauma. "You deserve to be beaten! Who made you a child born from a murderer and a sl*t?!" "Your existence itself is a sin!" "Do us a favor and go die!" She shuts her heart to deflect the pain, hurt, and sadness that constantly following her. However, to shut one's pain, means one also shut their happiness. Constant abuse throughout the years has made the girl's heart grow cold and numb. However, her brief encounters with the Gardners sparks a new page in her life. "That's very kind of you. But then, I will be worried if you go home alone." "Don't be so reckless next time! You are a girl!" "Big sister, please become my wife in the future!" She could slowly feel all of her emotions coming back to her heart. The pain, joy, sadness, hope, anger, awe, and even love. This time, she vows to protect her heart with all her might. However, the Gardners have secrets they don't want other people to know. A secret that could put Eirlys in danger. Can Eirlys overcome the hardship that comes from regaining her emotions back? This is a story of an adolescent girl, trying to find a place where she belongs. ===================== - The pic isn't mine. Credits are belong to the original artist. - English isn't my first language, so there might be lots of grammar mistakes. I apologize in advance for that! Happy reading!

PetiteSnowdrop · Teenager
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171 Chs

Chapter 148 : The Candidates Meeting (2)

"Now that we have finished the first agenda, I want each candidate to give a brief introduction about themselves." Derrick glanced at the girl who stood behind him. The girl nodded, then came forward with a box in her hand. 

"Hi, I'm Daisy Orlene, the secretary. In this box, I have several issues around the school, and I want the candidates to give us their opinion about it." She said professionally. She ignored the groan coming from the candidate and called one of the candidates' names.

This year's election had five candidates, including me. I watched with interest when the first candidate came forward lazily. The boy didn't say much, and when Daisy picked a paper from the box and told him about the issue, he only shrugged his shoulders and boldly told everyone his answer.

"What can I do to improve our school infrastructure? Make the student donate more money, of course."