Historias de Liscine

a girl, who thought that her so-called boyfriend loved her, finds out that he is cheating on her, after the conversation that she and her boyfriend had, on the phone, the night before.

Margaret fluscher is a thirteen year old ,hot tempered child(she is poet , and a very good one).She dumped in the hostel at the age of five , after the death of her parents(she is told that). She tries to study hard to earn her a fortune when she leave the hostel but try as she does, she is never able to please her teachers and not at all in the presence of Katie swan, the bully kid. She has only one friend ,her room mate, Lydia and she only likes Miss Wendy who encourages Margaret to study hard.Every year, the students get presents on their birthday and results from their parents, but, unfortunately, as Margaret has no parents ,she gets no present and she is not sad, cuz she is used to it. But this year, Margaret too gets a parcel!!!!!! who can it be from????? join with me in this book finding the person who sends presents to "MY MARGARET FLUSCHER" , as he refers Margaret. join me in this book finding who sent the parcel to our Margaret...

Hey guys so I'm back I hope u enjoy these poems as I be writing strictly how I feel pls comment and pls suggest what I can add and if it's boring I would really appreciate it❤❤❤❤❤❤❤

Khariyah and her friends decided to go camping in the woods , but they had no idea what they had in store for them , 1 by 1 they start disappearing and there bodies found in the most horrid ways , there communication is cut off and there truck has disappeared, is this there END or the BEGINNING . Of there journey of DESCENDING or. ASCENDING, read to find out .

Part 1

Elena comes back from China only to find out that her boyfriend(Stephan) sleeps with Kathy. After two months of weeping she decides to forget about him. She meets with Damon(Stephan's brother) a guy she met at the airport a day before Stephan's birthday

United they stood Devided they fell Dust to dust Ashes to ashes But the spirit was never broken Hector Peterson took the first bullet Others took the baton Police dogs feasted with their legs Blood was spilled But the spirit was never broken Free education was their dream Bantu education was their worst nightmare Struggle and determination was their devotion Going to jail was their journey to success But their spirit was never broken Fearlessly they fought Others being ambushed by the police Others separated from their loved ones They filled the prison cells But their spirit was never broken They used to say..... Ohh they used to say.... That ...FREEDOM IS COMING TOMORROW.... With their clenched fists lifted up high....Today I say that freedom is here AMANDLA!!!!!

The story that I'll be writing is only one page it's more like an essay it has a lot of fantasy I actually got this story from a visual in my English class as an assesment.....but this picture spoke to me so much that this essay actually became what I had in heart it actually happend..