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    ALIEN BADBOY
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
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    Warning: This book contains mature themes and sexual encounters.  All persons and events are fictional, and any similarities to real places and events are purely coincidental.
     
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    People dream of having a perfect life in which they can giggle and get crazy, most of the people that I know have wonderful families though not ideal ones. I didn’t have any family at all. I was an orphan since the very first day of my life; my father got killed in a car accident and my mother had a rare illness and she died a few minutes after bringing me to this life. I wish I wasn’t born but after all I am here. I spent my early childhood in an orphanage, but I still believe that life is beautiful. Life doesn't change and it keeps moving on, having a day, and a night, and a month, and a year. And I have changed just like people keep changing- we can choose to be miserable or we can be happy. I am still swaying in between and that is what I make of my life.
    I was raised in an orphanage and I didn’t feel happy any moment in there, but I knew that even if was unhappy I had to pretend that I was. In fact, my smile will be contagious to my own self. I had to learn that but in the hardest ways though. I used to think, could I be fraudulent? 'I wasn’t trying to be fictitious,' but you know what? I‘d rather act fake and pursue my happiness than mourn all the time. Sometimes, I even lost the feeling of time and I was just looking for a way to feel happy and when I began to think and question my life I was trying to find something to do. And getting busy searching for a person so that I can be a real blessing to; but, in the place I was living, that couldn’t happen because they were all unhappy and looked more miserable than I was. I made my mind and decided to do something fruitful that would help me to feel alive. I packed my clothes though I didn’t have many, indeed, most of my clothes were donations received by the orphanage, and I wished I had my own. Why are all people able to go out and enjoy buying new clothes while I had to wonder about my situation and was all the time sitting alone like a widow who lost a husband in war, I thought a lot about that, but I found that it does no good; it serves only to make me even more sad. But at last, I came to realize above all else, that thinking and worrying is totally useless. It won’t solve my problems or erase the miserable childhood that I had to experience.
    One cold night during winter I decided to leave everything behind and begin my quest for freedom and for happiness, nobody was awake and even if they were, they didn’t care any way. I was just a number like many other numbers in that orphanage, the only difference was that I had a different name like a different print; I didn’t actually like my name either because it was chosen randomly, I was called Riona but I was never able to understand what it meant. I got out of that orphanage and didn’t look back; I wished to have a new life. The weather was so cold, indeed, it was raining that night and I had no shelter, I searched for a place to spend the night but couldn’t find any and even if I did, I had never had the money to afford spending one or two nights in a hotel, I just watched that happening in movies. I hoped to be Marilyn Monroe or Lady Diana but I was just Riona. The weather was getting even worse and I couldn’t bear the chilly wind which was slapping my face in a very harsh way, I could feel my skin getting drier and thicker, I thought of people who were enjoying their silk beds when I had to stay out in the dark and rainy nights. I