~CHAPTER THREE~
“Hey Nick,” you say with a smile while looking up from your dresser with pictures of you and your friends on it. He glares at you as he sets his bag down. “What? Have a bad dia or something?” you ask.
“Kinda, that school is full of a bunch of fags,” he says.
“That’s nice,” you say looking at him funny. “So is my school,” you say.
“Hey,” Marshall says sitting you lightly.
“I didn’t mean you,” you say and hit him back. “So calm down,”
“So who is this?” Nick asks.
“My friend Marshall,” you say. Marshall gives Nick a slight smile.
“Ok,” Nick...

Name ~ Lily May Jones
Age ~ 12 (born March 2nd 1973)
Location ~ South Dakota
Looks ~ Light brown hair w/ highlights about shoulder length, slim/slender, white with a nice tan, blue eyes..avg height...
Parents ~ Dad = Dane, Mom= Elizabeth (Beth for short)
Umm... yeah story well be out soon =] if you have perguntas about things about her please ask =]
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~CHAPTER ONE~

Chapter 1
    “Honey get your things packed right now!” your mom yells while stomping into your small room. You have most of them packed. You’re supposed to be moving...

~Chapter 5~
    I sighed loudly. You’re going to wake up the kids, you fucking dumbass. I got up from bed, went downstairs. I looked into the TV screen, which is sitting seguinte to the door on this small shelf, to see that it was Kim who was at my door, I rolled my eyes, pressed the button and she came running down the sidewalk all pissed off. I opened the door before she had the change to bang on it. “What the fuck are you doing here?” I asked, trying to keep my yelling down…
“What the fuck are you doing with that chick!?” she yelled back, shoving a printed off...

~Chapter 4~
    “Huh, what? What did I do?” I asked scared that he was going to yell at me or something. But like it would matter, when I lived at início I would get yelled at almost everyday, but to get yelled at por the person who I think is the most amazing person in the world would make me cry. He let out a sigh as I stared at him waiting for what he has to say then he looked up like he was thinking. After a small moment he looked back up at me.
“Nothing, you did nothing wrong,” he said then looked down. “This isn’t easy for me to say…but,” he paused. He...

~CHAPTER TWO~
It’s that fact black guy from on the bus this morning. You glare at him as Marshall starts to walk away… “Come on,” Marshall says though his teeth. You run to catch up with him.
“Hey come back here!” the boy yells. You keep walking with Marshall. You look back and hes following you guys with something behind his back. You get stopped por a group of people walking to their classes. Marshall turns around to see where that kid went…. He chucks a chunk of ice at Marshall, it hits him in the chest.
“Owww… asshole!” Marshall yells. “Lets get outta here,” Marshall...

~Chapter 6~
<<More Than friends or Just a Dream (6) June 28th 2002 8:30pm>>
    I woke up to Marshall’s phone alarm going off. I slowly sat up. Marshall sat up and rubbed his eyes. “Hi,” I said with a smile yawing.
“Hey,” he said with a slight smile and yawned as well.
“What time is it?” I asked.
“8:31,” he answered while looking at his phone.
“Does that mean you’re leaving me?” I whined looking at him all sad. He looked at me like aww you poor thing. I gave him lip.
“Cute,” he said with a smile and then kissed me. “Oh and yes,”...

~CHAPTER TWO~
Oh great it’s probably that creepy garbage man again. I thought. I turned around anyway, my eyes widened, I felt my face turn red, I couldn’t believe who was standing in front of me. I felt embarrassed. He just stared at me, with a look that just says hello. I opened my mouth thinking I was going to say something. Nothing came out I quickly shut my mouth and took a step back, about to walk away. “No, don’t run,” he said, his voice was so sweet.
“I… Umm…. Em…Eminem…uhh… hello?” I stuttered nervously with a stupid grin on my face, after I knew he wasn’t...

~CHAPTER THREE~
    I woke up to the door being shut. I sat up quickly and stared at the girls. “Oh hi,” I said. “Thought you were someone else for a segundo there,” I said with a slight laugh.
“Sorry,” Hailie said as she came and sat por me.
“Don’t worry about that,” I said patting her on the head, she looked at me funny but I don’t think she mined my pattingness. “Anybody have homework?” I asked looking at both of the girls. Laney just nodded and walked towards the cozinha without saying a word, I thought that was a bit strange but I guess that’s...

~CHAPTER ONE~
    I was walking down the sidewalk in Detroit Michigan, past the Shady Records building, a building that I wish I could just walk right into, but you have to have a special pass to get in. My friend, Megan, and I learned that the hard way back in 2000 when we tried to walk in just to check it out. This large black guy and his stupid friend threw us out the back door, and told us that if we ever did that again they'd call the cops, and we'd go to jail for break in or something, but that was two years ago. They should have just let us off with a warning, but...

~Chapter 5~
“What do you think you’re doing?!” an adult type lady yells. Shes got some weird bushy hair do that is blonde, she looks kinda old but still young. And she looks like she does drugs a lot.
“Mom! What are you doing here?” Marshall ask immediately letting go of your hand. You just stand there sort of scared staring at the two of them.
“You better get your bunda início boy,” says the lady pointing back behind her as if his house was right there.
“I was, I was just gonna bring Lily home. Do you mind?” Marshall smarts off. He looks very angry with his mother.
“No! You’re...

~CHAPTER 4~
You jump up and go out to the living room, your mom is still passed out. “Mother?!” you yell. “Didn’t that crash wake you up?” you say even louder getting closer to her. She sits up, looks around then stops and stares towards you. (FUCK! I cant type ugh I have spelling issure see ISSUES!!! Today ugh… ugh I hear annoying children)
“That you Jim,” she slurs while squinting at you. (Jim = Debbie boyfriend)
“No, its your son. What the hell was that crash?” you ask, sort of mad.
“I didn’t hear such a thing,” she says like she did but don’t really care.
“You...