An autobiography by Biana Vacker
Chapter one: Perfect daughter
My name is Biana Vacker. It's a pretty name, I've been told, but it makes me shrivle up inside. Vacker. It could innitally be translated to: Perfection.
Why is that a bad thing? I guess I should be pround. But a part of me has always thought that without flaws, how can someone really love you for who you are?
Oh boy. There I go getting all deep. Let me take you back to a time in my life where that part of me- the part that has made me into who I am today, was still asleep within me.
Waiting for it's wakeup call.
June 19, 2016. I remember that day so clearly, and Not just because I'd just bought my favorite pair of lace up sandals (the ones with teal rhinstone studded straps). That…
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So this is a blog promoting my theory that keefe will manifest the ablity to snap and conjure pickles out of thin air.
Just letting you know, there is no logical evidence for this theory, except that it rocks.
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Hello everyone, I just put all the chapters together on one page, (Easier to read) and I will be continuing my Fanfic on this blog.
The answers were in her hands.
If only she could open them.
She'd asked all the right questions, but they'd just lead her to more.
When would it end?
All she wanted was to be a normal girl, but if she fell pray to temptation, then the world would shatter.
Unmatchable. It didnt used to matter. She used to be just fine without the matchmakers. So why was she trembling?
Surely Fitz would understand, Sophie had faith in that. But something was wrong.
"What?" she said, a little too harshly.
The girl behind the desk at the matchmaking office looked just as confused as Sophie was. "I'm sor…
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