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My name is Becky and this is a story of my summer love

Jeremiah 2:10-11 Has it ever been heard that a nation has changed it's gods, even though they are not gods. Friends for 6months since April 2011 i have kept silent hoping against hope that i can and will forever shut up. How can I! I will speak in favor of my God. Let up your head all you gates

Small poems that I write during the day. I usualy have pictures with them, but by themselves they are good.

Eliza's life has gone downhill since that party in the eighth grade. No one wants to talk to her, they just want to make fun of her. Finally, right before she's about to go over the edge, she meets someone. She gets him. He gets her. When she starts to think he's the one, her old dream crush Adam comes back into her life, haunting her with his good looks and perfect smile. What Eliza doesn't know is that Noah, the guy who saved her life has started to become obsessed with her, following her everywhere and writing poems about her gorgeous looks. Eliza doesn't want anything to do with a stalker but she's secretly falling for Noahs openminded heart. This romance novel will grasp your heartstrings as drama rages on and high schoolers keep asking the repeated question: Is she/he the one?

Bullied every day in school, Alicia decides enough is enough and tries to change her path and become the person she can only can dream of becoming. With the help of a certain boy will she be able to change her whole life in a blink of an eye?

My Short poems. They have the title (which is what they are about) And then next to the title they have what type of poetry it is. Enjoy :)

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Justice is the new artist at Ruthless Records, and Eric has his eye on her, but that may be a problem with her protective father. After suffering a heart break, and hearing about Eric's reputation with women, Justice does not know whether she should stay with Eric, or move on from him, but Eric shows her the real him once he realizes that what he has with Justice is no ordinary love...

It's my first story on Wattpad :)

Natasha was tired. Tired of a lot of things. Things were going to change. They had to. The determined set of her jaw confirmed it. She couldn't possibly have known there would be a whole new direction her life would go in. A direction that would leave her every day, well-worn path to "in the box thinking" unrecognizably out of sight. She took bereavement leave from B.F.D. Spending her days going to Earl Stroh's gun shop over on Archway Drive where she bought the Glock. Three, four times a week she made the ten minute, five mile subway ride. Fired off her anger and frustrations in the basement range under the store. Old plaid shirt, holey-kneed blue jeans and ratty sneakers. She'd run five or six ten round clips through the paper target fifteen yards away. She got better. She got good. Good enough after a few months to keep the pattern in a five inch circle center mass. It was her way of dealing with it. Getting out the frustration she felt inside at being cheated into living a life alone.

Slowly one after the other fades away and falls into sleep. He could just watch and count. Slowly losing his mind. Beeing the last.