文学：青年文学中有什么你不想看到第二次的陈词滥调

What are clichés and tropes in Young Adult literature that you are tired of seeing?Jessica DomladovacBook one:My name is Aquamarine Sapphire, named after my dead mother. My father was savagely murdered by gangsters as I watched. From there, my life has been all about survival.I’m “boyishly” slender with perky breasts and a tight ass. My ink black hair is glossy and falls to my tight ass, but I cleverly hide it under a cap so I don’t attract perverts. My eyes follow the pattern of my name and are the brightest blue you’ve ever seen. My one good quality are my impossible eyes, but otherwise, I’m a hideous monster who the hot men always pass over in favour of my bustier peers.I live my life in the dirty streets of The Empire, oppressed by my magical overlords.Only the wealthy bloodlines carry the magical gene, so a poor orphan like me would never dream of becoming a magician.Until…My dearest friend, Butternut Rainbow is the only person I trust in the world. I’ve known her since I broke the noses of ten bullies who stole her food.We’ve been inseparable ever since. She’s attractive and all the men love her. Of course, I must inwardly shame her for liking sex. She is light to my darkness, happiness to my anger, and soft where I am sharp.I accompany her on the way back home. We are jumped by jeering men who breathe into our faces and call us “sweet.” This is when I reach my breaking point. I send all of my would be rapists flying into a wall with my magical powers.I have magical powers. Me, a common person. This has never happened before, but I must be special.While Butternut and I eventually reach her tavern home, I don’t notice the shadow that’s been trailing us. I decline Butternut’s offer to stay the night, and as I snuggle into my dirty street corner, a man melts out of the darkness.His voice is rich and deep, like melted chocolate. “Aquamarine,” he croons huskily.“How do you know my name?” I ask, my voice shaking, one hand on the knife in my boot.“Aquamarine, I’ve seen your powers. I’ve only known you for ten minutes but I want to protect you. Because I care about you. I will sacrifice my life for you.”His eyes draw me in. I feel my breath shallowing, the heat rising in my cheeks.“I don’t need protection.”He slams me against the wall and whispers into my neck. “Yes you do. I love you. You are mine.”His dark eyes pierce my soul.“Marry me,” I groan.