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School me p3 (page 4)

Sabastian Many men have fallen in the face of grace, many women wallowing under the scrutiny of pride. For me it was not grace that caused my fall, it was the hero complex.  The masculine curse to do the right thing. Self sacrifice as some call it. A laugh bubbles up in my mind at … Continue reading School me p3 (page 4)

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School me p3 (page 3)

Dainy “Times a wastin' Crazy Dainy, we needa stop in New York for a few, Diamond sounded like she was on the brink of another one of those impromptu meltdowns. I don’t wanna miss the show Sugar.” Kylie drawls those words like a true Texan.  Not one of those fashion Icon Barbie’s you get these days with their … Continue reading School me p3 (page 3)

School me p3 (page 2)

Dainy I don’t hate lying and as many would convince themselves they do I would not, because lying will eventually be the strongest tool I have once Reagan finds out about my involvement with his dead mother.  I do however despise the idea of doing it to protect myself against my own boyfriend. The same boyfriend that brings me cherries every morning. The … Continue reading School me p3 (page 2)

School me p3 (page 1)

Dainy It’s been two weeks since my dad became the prime suspect in the Gina Lorne’s case. One week  since I’ve seen Sabastian.  We spent the day together after my dad made bail. I enjoyed it as one would pleasurable chaos. We laughed,  we fought,  sharing glances of heated history,  while quietening with still very open wounds … Continue reading School me p3 (page 1)

The Story of Us

I wrote this one years before I even learnt the difference between being and been. Last week I had the privilege to speak to some amazing people. It was sort of those don't ask don't tell things, and it got me thinking about a lot of changes that has happened recently in my life. And … Continue reading The Story of Us

School me p3 (page 5)

Sabastian  “Didn’t know you were up here.”  My father’s voice drives the imminent silence in the room, taking my attention away from the two women as I turn to face him.  I slip my hands in my pants pocket mirroring his pose.  “Thought I would stay the weekend, since the event is tonight.” I say … Continue reading School me p3 (page 5)

School me p3 (page 4)

Sabastian Many men have fallen in the face of grace, many women wallowing under the scrutiny of pride. For me it was not grace that caused my fall, it was the hero complex.  The masculine curse to do the right thing. Self sacrifice as some call it. A laugh bubbles up in my mind at … Continue reading School me p3 (page 4)

School me p3 (page 3)

Dainy “Times a wastin' Crazy Dainy, we needa stop in New York for a few, Diamond sounded like she was on the brink of another one of those impromptu meltdowns. I don’t wanna miss the show Sugar.” Kylie drawls those words like a true Texan.  Not one of those fashion Icon Barbie’s you get these … Continue reading School me p3 (page 3)

School me p3 (page 2)

Dainy I don’t hate lying and as many would convince themselves they do I would not, because lying will eventually be the strongest tool I have once Reagan finds out about my involvement with his dead mother.  I do however despise the idea of doing it to protect myself against my own boyfriend. The same boyfriend that brings me cherries every morning. The … Continue reading School me p3 (page 2)

School me p3 (page 1)

Dainy It’s been two weeks since my dad became the prime suspect in the Gina Lorne’s case. One week  since I’ve seen Sabastian.  We spent the day together after my dad made bail. I enjoyed it as one would pleasurable chaos. We laughed,  we fought,  sharing glances of heated history,  while quietening with still very open wounds … Continue reading School me p3 (page 1)