FifteenFifteen is an awful age you know. You feel too old to stay but too young to go.Fifteen
Your old enough to speak out, But too young for it to be taken into account. You pay adult fairs which darkens your tone, Because you feel too young to travel alone. Your young, a ball that keeps bouncing back, But feel deflated, like you’ve been hit by a tak.
Fifteen you know is a confusing age.
As I have written upon this page. Life makes no sense and goes at a strange pace. The opposite sex feels like an opposite race.
You hate them but love them like they were sent from abov
Frozen Myrah- Chapter 4Crystal Chronicles- Frozen Myrah- Chapter 4: Myrah.Frozen Myrah- Chapter 4
Gela walked slowly through the dense forest in front of the caravan; her thoughts were going round and round in her head. What had that army been guarding? You don’t just put a whole army of lizard men in the middle of a nowhere without a reason. She let out a deep sigh and drifted back to the driving seat where Lisa was sitting directing the caravan along the winding paths. “Hey Lisa,” said Gela giving the selkie a puzzled smile, “what do you think the lizards were guarding?”
“That! The amazing super palace of the squirrels!!!!”
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Koroki woke up and let out a loud yawn. He looked out the window, it was a beautiful sunny day, the birds were singing and best of all there was no Gurdy. He was the only boy in the caravan and was perfectly happy with it that way. Not only did he think it gave him more respect (When it actually did the opposite) but it also meant that all the girls in the caravan would want him as their boyfriend. (Which was……..also the opposite.) Koroki was one of those boys who like to be the centre of attention. He also didn’t want any threat of another male comin
Frozen Myrah- Chapter 2.Crystal Chronicles- Frozen Myrah- Chapter 2: A typical meeting with an old friend.Frozen Myrah- Chapter 2.
Gela awoke to the sound of stressed voices. It was evening already and the sky was rippled with reds and pinks. She rubbed her eyes and stood up yawning. She scampered up to the front of the caravan and stood next to Koroki who was driving the big hairy pompomous as it pulled the caravan forward at a pleasant speed.
“What’s up?” asked Gela staring at a caravan being harassed by a policeman in a large blue uniform that was far too big for him.
“Don’t know, we’ll check
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