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"Biz Ne Yaşadık?" Sorusu Kitap boyunca herkes bir masalın içinde. Gerçek ortaya çıktığında o terasın çökmesi, aslında koca bir imparatorluğun yalanlar üzerine kurulduğunu gösteriyor. "Gerçek, ne kadar gizlenirse gizlensin, bir gün sahibini bulur" temasını iliklerine kadar hissettiriyor.

"Where did you come from?" The little girl asked, shielding her eyes with her small hand while the other one held a twisted fried dough, covered in sugar; a churro. Her eyebrows were furrowed together, perplexed by the woman's naked appearance. Completely naked, indeed, the woman was; her golden skin almost shimmering in the broad daylight. As this woman sat up, shamelessly letting her divinely sculpted breasts stay out in view for the small crowd of people to see, she squinted up at the child; pushing her dark brown silk of hair back and out of her face. "Are you all God's children?" She asked, her eyes distastefully dragging over every human in her sight that stood around her. She wanted to make sure she landed in the right place. Laid up on the grass, she realized as she pointed loosely at these strange specimens that her palms were covered in dirt and around her was a ditch of some sort; formed by some form of impact. The little girl took a bite out of her churro, unfazed by the woman's nude appearance. Everyone, for the most part, didn't find this shocking; but seemed to be there to admire her. "My mommy says we're all God's children, created equal." She replied, her eyes briefly looking up at the sky as if her mother's words were there to be read. The woman scoffed, rolling her eyes. "You say that like it's a good thing." She snickered, getting to her feet and now rewarding everyone the sight of her bare ass, front, and everything in between. Setting her hands on her hips, her plump lips curled up into a broad, devious smirk; in fact, basking in how these humans admired her. "You never answered me." "Pardon me, child?" The woman asked, cocking an eyebrow. "Where did you come from?" "Well, since you're too damn stupid to figure it out," She rolled her eyes, letting out an exaggerated sigh before glancing at the ground where the imprint of her body had landed. "It would appear, darling, that I have fallen."

For this story, i used the app "TextingStory" A Jariana Fanfiction.

Letterly what the title says

Bethany Jenson is a 15 year old girl. She didn't have the perfect body or the perfect hair,in fact she was chunky, her hair? Well she never brushed it. "Fat ass! What's on your head!? A birds nest! Hahaha! Loser! Chunky monkey! Bitch!" Those were the things that people would call her when she walked in the halls of her High school. But that wasn't even the worst part. You may ask what is? Jackson Millers. The schools biggest meanest, jerk. Yes he has the typical hot looks and the typical 'bad boy' tittle, and all the girls drool over him. Even Bethany. But Jackson Millers has bullied her ever since she arrived at this school. One year on the last day of school he filled her locker with a bunch of chocolate cake and on a note it said 'I bet you could eat all of it chunky monkey' hence the reason people call her that now. But this year, Bethany was sick of it! She was depressed and she even tried to kill herself... That all changes when she moves away and starts running everyday, every night. She starts conditioning her hair and brushing it through. That all changes when Bethany Jenson becomes just Beth. And Beth comes back. Sorry for the crazy description! I hope it interests you! Please read and give it a try!!!! ((: Piece out ma dudes ;)

si van a criticar critiquen bien no vayan a decir "cacho mierda esta hay historias mejores" bueno pues si hay mejores historias lo admito xd...esta es mi primera historia y pues bueno no es que sea yo una escritora de puta madre