This is a story about a boy named Chris. Or was it Kevin..? Anyway, doesn't matter, the point is I love him and we almost break up, but we can't live without each other so we don't. By the way, I'm eleven.
It was like my Dad used to say, "son, there's two types of people in this world: those that write stories, and those that don't get beaten senseless by their fathers for wasting time writing stories," so if you'll excuse me ...
Her name was Martha, and she's just a made up character whose boring love-life springs between the intentions and actuality of the following story which I will tell, beginning from her arrival at school and ending in her funeral.
Possible second and third lines There, I spoiled everything for you. Now let me thank you for buying the book; you have my blessing to recycle it now.
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In Shakespearean myth, there was a kid who had blue eyes and ate worms for breakfast as his green eyes settled on the horizon and wondered why people were so freaked out about his brown eyes as he munched on his rolls.
puts the book down and bangs her head on the nearest hard surface. That just means that they'll fall in love again in the book. It's also grammatically incorrect.
You read faster than Usaine Bolt sprints xD - Deanie 2014
I wanted all to sparkle and dance in a glorious jubilee. - Cathy, Wuthering Heights
"Heliotropic eyes peered out from her long flowing locks of hair, which was darker than the blackest, most moonless, midnight with hints of natural purple around the edges, he skin was absolutely flawless, like a rose that had been masterfully sculpted by an expert carver, out of alabaster, purer and whiter than snow on the tallest moun-"
Nope. Sorry can't do this anymore, I think that's enough literary genocide for one day.
A man without a plan, or anything else for that matter. (Except a review thread).
