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Ireland was sick of her life. Her mom was more like a 16 year old girl than an actual mother. Her dad was off on one of many adventures through the Amazon. When one morning she woke up to only a letter, her barley fragile life shatters. Her father hadn't been heard from in months and her mom couldn't be a single mother for the rest of her life. Left with the deed to her house, a semester left of her senior year, and an eccentric cocker spaniel, Ireland tries to make a life from the little bit
"I really do like you Scarlet, but you need to know that I can't be with you right now and they're are reasons why," he said as he looked off in Mr.Garret's direction. "If you want to know..."he murmerd softly," then meet me in the fileds tonight around 9." He kissed me in that second, and it was even better than Noel. It had compassion and love, all the things I was yearning for. He lips were deathly soft, I smiled as we kissed. All the sudden he walked away, and
Fenris is a very special elf. Has great powers and, in full moon nights, an inexplicable force to drag him into a being amazing. The love with Shi-Mae and his confrontation with powerful characters in the Kingdom of the Elves will determine their future.
Blanca never wanted to see those strange things. Her best friend(and boyfriend?), Lucas, has a dark secret. Rafael, the mysterious new boy, is interested on Blanca too. Dark secrets will surround her and her confusion on love will drown her.
Alex is just a regular girl with no cares in the world but when she is shoved into the back of a rusty old truck her world changes for ever and the only thing she wants is one wish, one wish for things to go back to normal, the way they were.
When she dribbled and shot that ball everyone would cheer and chant her name. She was really good at it. I wasnβt. I played soccer. Girls did not play soccer, but she watched the World Cup Argentina 1978. She admired Paolo Rossi, Marco Van Basten and Mario Kempes as much as I did. She climbed trees just as good as I did. There was a huge mango tree which had branches jutting over the roof. We would climb, sit on the roof, picked the ripe mangoes, peeled them with bare hands and ate. We spend
Ireland was sick of her life. Her mom was more like a 16 year old girl than an actual mother. Her dad was off on one of many adventures through the Amazon. When one morning she woke up to only a letter, her barley fragile life shatters. Her father hadn't been heard from in months and her mom couldn't be a single mother for the rest of her life. Left with the deed to her house, a semester left of her senior year, and an eccentric cocker spaniel, Ireland tries to make a life from the little bit
"I really do like you Scarlet, but you need to know that I can't be with you right now and they're are reasons why," he said as he looked off in Mr.Garret's direction. "If you want to know..."he murmerd softly," then meet me in the fileds tonight around 9." He kissed me in that second, and it was even better than Noel. It had compassion and love, all the things I was yearning for. He lips were deathly soft, I smiled as we kissed. All the sudden he walked away, and
Fenris is a very special elf. Has great powers and, in full moon nights, an inexplicable force to drag him into a being amazing. The love with Shi-Mae and his confrontation with powerful characters in the Kingdom of the Elves will determine their future.
Blanca never wanted to see those strange things. Her best friend(and boyfriend?), Lucas, has a dark secret. Rafael, the mysterious new boy, is interested on Blanca too. Dark secrets will surround her and her confusion on love will drown her.
Alex is just a regular girl with no cares in the world but when she is shoved into the back of a rusty old truck her world changes for ever and the only thing she wants is one wish, one wish for things to go back to normal, the way they were.
When she dribbled and shot that ball everyone would cheer and chant her name. She was really good at it. I wasnβt. I played soccer. Girls did not play soccer, but she watched the World Cup Argentina 1978. She admired Paolo Rossi, Marco Van Basten and Mario Kempes as much as I did. She climbed trees just as good as I did. There was a huge mango tree which had branches jutting over the roof. We would climb, sit on the roof, picked the ripe mangoes, peeled them with bare hands and ate. We spend