Originally from Valparaiso! Attending Berkeley for Parapsyhology! :)
When I was little I was called a Crack Baby. That's how I learned about my mom's addiction. The girls in school would tease me about it.
"Mary Richards, 16, was abducted on her way home from marching band rehearsal at Henryville High School on the 21st of this month.
The Hell Out f Dodge, Part II A/N: Let me know what you think. :) "Well, yes, that, and there is always the fact that I'd like to get to know you. You fascinate me.
A/N: Please comment and let me know what you think. :) Bonnie drove as fast as her car would take her.
"Carli, it's going to be okay," Elijah sobbed, as he ran his fingers through her thick blond hair, caressing her neck and shoulders as she lay across his lap, "It's okay.
Please comment with anything you may have to say. This is a true story. It was not over exaggerated in the least. I entered this version of this story in the news and tribune.
I used this poem in my story Doppelgänger, because I couldn't think up another one on the fly. I wrote this for my dad my eighth grade year.
We're not twins, Aria and me. No, the relationship we have is much darker. Yes, we looked alike and acted alike. That's because we were closer than anybody would ever be able to imagine.
Levels of Hell I never meant for it to go this far. The truth is, I was happily engaged to Sammy, my boyfriend of nearly a year and a half, when I did it. I landed my first Broadway role.