My life is ironic.
My name is a month.
December.
I was born in the scorching heat of July.
My parents are tall.
I can barly stand on my tiptoes at the 5 foot mark on the pool.
I never showed an intrest in a boy other than from books.
Then I met him.
My first boyfriend was 7 years older.
7 months after we met he left me.
To go to Iran.
For the freedom of this country he says is worth dying for at all costs.
7 weeks later I read on the 7th page of the paper in the obituary that he died.
He saved 7 children's lives.
7 seconds after finishing the article my heart tore into a 7 million little pieces.
7 days before reading that letter I found out I was expecting.
A baby that is suppose to be born the 7th day of the 7th month of the year.
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Hello lovely readers. This is meant to be super short ,but trust me the chapters will be more entertaining and definatly longer. I just wanted a neat prologue. So make sure you comment if you like or didn't. Don't forget people- HONESTY!! Like and Vote only if you honestly felt the writing.
With Bookish Love,
Courtney Wyant aka cwyant3497
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An American December
RomanceDecembers life is ironic. She fell in love and lost him. With her heart in 7 million pieces , she vows that her love had died with her Jason in Iran. Now expecting a baby and living on the bathroom at a local library December meets tattooist, Excell...