Sapphire World
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Last published Sun, Sep 29, 2013
Bonjour, je m'appelle Charlotte Heather-Rose Whitelock.
Cammo sava?
Sorry if you do not know French.
Let me repeat it in English;
Hello, my name is Charlotte Heather-Rose Whitelock.
How are you?
You may call me Charlie for short if you would like.
J'ai 16 ans.
In the French language, 'J'ai 16 ans' means 'I am 16 years old.'
I will continue talking in English if you would like.
Alright, as I have said I am 16 years old.
I live in Seattle, United States.
I have learnt French because in the country in the north, Canada, French is one of the official languages.
Wicked is it not?
You might as well say I am your ordinary 16 year old Seattle gal.
Well, not exactly.
Here are a few reasons;
1) My boyfriend James Hogan died saving me from being hit by a car.
2) My dreams come to life, or give me messages.
3) I can see what others cannot see. For example, demons, angels, monsters and devils, and such.
4) I am not very normal.
Dark secrets were kept away from me for 'my own sake'.
There are creatures lurking in the world, thus making it even more dangerous.
Along with creatures there are. . . other worlds.
Just as I have discovered this world, I will tell you my story of finding this world.
It was all because of Marcus McNeil.
Thus I shall acknowledge you of my findings.
In my story you will read about, many things. Such as; Long lost souls, lost loves and the supernatural.
Read on if you dare, and enjoy the show!
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