Hey i m new on wattpad and i m not sure that u ll like my new story.. it s about a girl (not me) like me and you..her name is Amy..she s 16 years old and that s her story...
hope you like it ^^
(IF U DID PLZ LET ME KNOW )
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« French for Dummies » is the name of the book that is gonna save me this summer.
I barely speak french and I m spending my vacation in Paris, you heard me PARIS ! PARIS !!
I think i made it pretty clear, but i looove this city, it s like the city of lights, the city of love, the heart of Europe, and specially it s the 1st worldwide capital of fashion.
Fashion is one of my favorite hobbies, well my late Mom was a runway model, she was the muse of many known designers as JPG and YSL. But she volontary stopped her cariere when she got pregnant with my brother Patrick.
She was like 25. I was born two years later, and a few months after my birth she was diagnosed with breast cancer. I never had the chance to really know her,cause she passed away when i was 3 so i dnt really remember her, but i know that she was a great woman, and she was soo beautiful (inside n out).
So now I m 15, and I live in NYC with my how can I say.. my « New » Family.
Well..this past year my life ot let s say « OUR » lives change a loooot !
My father went from a normal manager at Wallmart to a successful buisnessman, all that beacause of his new wife and long time girlfriend Molly.
She s the daughter of one of the Manhathan Royalty. She s a great woman who has nothing to do with the rich people these days.
It s weird, between all of my friends, I m the only one who actualy likes her Stepmom.
Molly has 2 children,twins,a guy and a girl from a previous relashionship.
Matt and Aria are 2years older than me.
Yeah Matt, the cute, blond,smart Matt…
He s a basketball player(with m bro), aaaaannd first of his class, and his sister is a chearleader.
It s pretty obvious right ?! :p
At frist it was really awkward between us, I used to feel this kind of rage , of jealousy..
But that was before, before getting to know them, before getting to know their story.
As I said our lives reallly changed.
You know..I do miss my old life,my old school, my old friends, and my small house, my Home.
My old tiny green room where i spent days dreaming about what my life would be if my mom was here? If my dad got maried again ?If i l ever fall in love..
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and sorry for the spelling mistakes
