Истории Alisia

A popular kid fell inlove with the new student.

When Alisia thinks nothing can get worse, her mother goes insane and is forced to survive on her own. She is constantly reminded of the consequences of disobeying the docket.

This is a T@gged Fanfiction, Enjoy! ⚠️WARNING⚠️SPOILERS AHEAD⚠️ I'm Chloe. This will sound crazy but, I have a secret. I posted that video of Raven getting shot. And I tagged those 3 girls. Why? Because even I was fooled by my cousin. He told me it was a prank. {Follow Chloe around as she tries to save her school mates from being killed by her cousins following. He tried to stop them but they had invested too much time to end it now.}

lei: ha 18 odia tutti e da sempre maltrattata a scuola solo una cosa la aiuta la musica Lui: 22 anni fa musica da sempre odia l'amore cantant popolare. e se incontrassero una fan e un rapper che sucederebbe? leggete e shish

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*Drops books* "Here let me pick those up for you" "No I'm fine" *looks up at him* "Thanks but I have to go to class" "Where's your class, I'll take you there?" "Umm, it's G5" "That's my class" *takes and kisses your hand* "Thanks I'm new here" "Where did you come from?" "Newcastle" "Sorry but I forgot to ask you what's your name?" "I'm Alisia! Your my first friend here" "Oh really" "Your cute" *you kisses his cheek and walk in and he blushes*

Alisia is the daughter of the local Indian chief and her favorite hobby and past time is running with wild mustangs. To her father, she is more wild horse than she is human sometimes.

Perhaps nowadays, it is easy to get lost in the vast sea of our own problems, thoughts and happenings; to acknowledge the fact that in some way we are all connected. We are all interlinked. We are all under one sky. Extract: "Kieran, I still don't understand why you would risk getting hurt - risk losing your life, all for me?" I asked him, rubbing soft circles on the back of his hand with my thumb, with a gentle, but pressing tone. Wordlessly, he propped himself up with his elbows on the bed, and lifted one hand to stroke my cheek, which by this point was significantly red, with the side of his thumb. Then he ran his fingers through my hair, as if they were strands of fine silk and slowly traced each finger onto my neck. He gently curved his fingers around it, and pulled me forwards to meet his lips in a fervent and spirited kiss, that was no doubt silent, and yet it spoke volumes. He pulled away after a few moments, his unguarded green eyes glinting with reams of zeal. "Does that answer your question?" He replied, his lop-sided smile playful, but his words sincere.