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POETICALLY TOLD
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    Time 32m
Complete, First published Apr 10, 2016
Witness a wedding,
  Where tears are definitely shedding
  With emotions expressed bright and clear
  This could very well be the wedding of the year
  With a Depressed sister and Lonely aunt
  With a Judgemental mother and a father obsessed with plants
  With a P.O.V  from the bride, groom, family & friends
  This story does not have a Mamma Mia trend
  Watch the events leading up to the wedding fold
  This is POETICALLY TOLD.
  
  Highest Rank- #97 on ChickLit
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How it Happened

21 parts Complete

So, I'm kinda clumsy. I tripped when I walked across the stage to receive my high school diploma, knocked down a ladder that was supporting my dad, and sneezed into a wall. Yup, you read that right. I sneezed myself into a wall. So maybe I am a walking train-wreck trapped in a lanky twenty-two-year-old girl's body. At least my family loves me-tolerates me might be a better way of phrasing it-but even with my clumsiness I'm still able to get by with minimal craziness and just a whole lot of embarrassment. A whole lot. That is until the fateful September day I find myself chasing a chicken into a wedding cake. My sister's wedding cake. . . on her wedding day. . . in the middle of the reception. . . in front of two hundred other guests. I've got a new number one on my list of embarrassing moments, but this time I swear it wasn't my fault. I blame that chicken, my grandma, and the stupid bowtie she put on it, probably hoping to marry me off, so she can have the best man all to herself. Okay, fine, so maybe it was totally my fault, but. . . This is how it happened ©2018 ℓαℓαℓαℓαwriting