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Self Taught: Respect (Book One)

Self Taught: Respect (Book One)

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sun, Aug 6, 2017
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"Yes? How may I help thee?" I sarcastically bowed like a maid. "What the fuck is this?" She shouted pointing to a dirty frying pan. "Well.....I don't know, you tell me." I leaned again the wall and crossed my arms. "Why is the damn pan dirty? I told you to wash all the dishes in the sink. Why can't you do anything right? Huh? I asked you a question." "Well...What would you like my answer to be? That I didn't do the dishes and I forgot? Oh, oh I know. How 'bout you blaming me for everything Shane doesn't do and how fucking stupid you sound right about now." I blankly looked at them and turned to walk back to my room. ~~~~~~~ The one thing you learn in life is respect. Respect for yourself and others. Which can be utter bullcrap. Why would you respect someone who doesn't respect anyone?
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The S.U.N. and The Peter Pan Project or the day I woke up in somebody else's bed... My name is Maya, I'm seventeen and I've grown up with my brothers on the Atlantic Coast in the South West of France. Nothing seemed unusual last night when I went to bed. I wished my brothers good night, went to brush my teeth and set my alarm clock before slipping into my bed. So what am I doing in this king size bed, cuddling this dark blue plush cushion, and getting high on the delicious masculine perfume somebody left on it? All this would be easier if somebody was around to answer my questions... But all I have are these bright pink Post-it notes with instructions... So what choice do I have other than to follow them? Don't judge me! What would you do?! ------------------------------------------- But what happens when the instructions lead her to a group of boys with a sun-shaped tattoo on their left wrist just like hers, and an uncanny ability to read her mind? And why are they investigating Peter Pan, the new drug that took the lives of her friends along with that of hundreds of French teenagers last year? Most importantly, why won't they answer her questions?! Sometimes, not knowing is actually safer... _____________________________________ I'd like to thank the very talented rainydays07 for the great cover!!! :)

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