I don't like people knowing my name, so they call me Icy. I think its because of my eyes and my personality. Nobody knows my story and I like it like that. They only know what I want them to know Nobody knows what made me turn to street fighting and Street racing. They don't see how much I enjoy the thrill, the rush of danger, the near-death experiences, they will never understand. Really, I am a nice person, almost childlike inside. Nobody knows that. They are only allowed to see what I show them. Except one person. And I don't hesitate to let him in. How far can Icy be pushed before she exceeds her limit. Nothing's Simple ******** ******** I update as much as possible but it is really hard to think of ideas and put them into words. Also I have school and exams and stuff so yeah. Please read though, I try my hardest
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