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"Who are you? I've known you since we were two years old but now I don't even know who you are."Jake yelled. My name is Joanna James but everyone calls me Jo and I am a tomboy. I'll pick sneakers over heels any day, any time but since I've gone into my senior year things are starting to change people are starting to change. I am starting to change but I promised myself I will always and forever remain a tomboy. Will I be able to keep that promise.
Note: This story is "The Fairy Chronicles." I changed the title to "A Fairy Story" at the request of an author who is using "The Fairy Chronicles" title for her stories. I hope this has not created any confusion for any of you who had downloaded the story thinking it was a new one.
"The first time I laid eyes on Ivelisse I was nursing a shot glass. I wanted her the moment I saw her, and she, well she wanted my money. But then again, I had seen her through a haze of Bacardi, and in that haze, she was an angel in a tight dress. A tight dress and hips. Lord have mercy."
As inspired by the ocean as it is by past relationships, this collection of poems covers the serenity of calm waters to the waves of a squall.
A winter love song.
"Who are you? I've known you since we were two years old but now I don't even know who you are."Jake yelled. My name is Joanna James but everyone calls me Jo and I am a tomboy. I'll pick sneakers over heels any day, any time but since I've gone into my senior year things are starting to change people are starting to change. I am starting to change but I promised myself I will always and forever remain a tomboy. Will I be able to keep that promise.
Note: This story is "The Fairy Chronicles." I changed the title to "A Fairy Story" at the request of an author who is using "The Fairy Chronicles" title for her stories. I hope this has not created any confusion for any of you who had downloaded the story thinking it was a new one.
"The first time I laid eyes on Ivelisse I was nursing a shot glass. I wanted her the moment I saw her, and she, well she wanted my money. But then again, I had seen her through a haze of Bacardi, and in that haze, she was an angel in a tight dress. A tight dress and hips. Lord have mercy."
As inspired by the ocean as it is by past relationships, this collection of poems covers the serenity of calm waters to the waves of a squall.
A winter love song.