Jem… Chapter 214

Jem…Chapter 214 by Bailey Summers Copyright © 2013 Bailey Summers All Rights Reserved.

A very cool half day at school with shockers and some yay Greyson.

CHAPTER 45
“Alexandra Doyle was with me. Not long in the job; one of what we called the ‘fresh meat’ when our initial team was expanded”

“Lexie, I believe you named her”

“Lexie. Yes”

“Why did she leave hard cover, Diane?”

This is not a true story. Duh!

Petticoat Acres
by Jennifer Sue

Benji was small and slender for his age. On top of that he was a late bloomer, looking more like a ten year old than his true age. As a result he was a frequent target for bullying in middle school. Now fourteen year old Benji Joe Carson forlornly sat in the seat of the World War Two vintage twin engine DC3 airplane. Three weeks after the assassination of Martin Luther King Jr, his parents had died in a car crash in Chicago. With no nearby relatives he’d been temporarily placed in an orphanage until they were able to reach his great uncle, Joe Carson. While he’d been bullied in school, the orphanage had been far worse. Fortunately Benji Joe was an ace student, so when he was pulled from his suburban school they gave him passing grades for the year. As a result the orphanage didn’t try to enroll him in their local school.

Now here it was June 1 and he was on the flagship aircraft of Trans Pixley Airlines heading toward their main hub, the Pixley International Airport. Having flown out of Chicago Midway Airport he was leaving the upper middle class Chicago suburbs that had been his lifelong home. He’d never heard of Pixley. It sounded like some place in the Neighborhood of Make-Believe on that new kiddie show, Mister Roger’s Neighborhood, that had debuted in February on the National Educational Television.

The girls' honeymoon trip continues,now they are celebrating the marriage of Jessica and Paige

Loneliness is the key to discover your true self (quote from a hermit).

Caution: smoking scenes

A lonely person evolves different from someone who lives with many others. It doesn't require to be a hermit on top of a mountain. You can live a lonely life in a crowded city. While the mainstream population is influenced by others, a lonely person develops a different personality, strongly influenced by its own self. Elements from a past life are far more easy to discover at lonely people.

“Good- evening,” Janet said, checking her watch as Ellie walked through the door. “Making sure it is still evening and not early tomorrow morning.”

“Hilarious,” Ellie snorted as she dropped her handbag on the coffee table and flopped down onto the sofa. “It’s only, what, 8pm?”

This is a true story of how my Mom feminized me as a teenager. She had caught me wearing her pantyhose the summer before seventh grade. I got the surprise of my life the first Sunday of junior high, when she started encouraging me to wear them, and then it was all downhill from there. – Tracy

I know you even if you don't know. We were together since the dawn of time. It's always been like this (quote from a song).

Caution: smoking scenes

A Star Wars Alternate Universe
T'aa Onasi had been robbed by the choices of her parents.
Sean Olsen always felt he should have been a her.
They wished for the same thing.

This follows the SWTOR story line up the planet Taris. Then beyond it.

T'aa Onasi has been struggling now and again with being female and a Jedi. Sometimes accepting them both or just one. Her missions are changing rapidly as she has broken the script, but has she changed the story too much to beat the Emperor?

Visitor 1: "I am born a woman but I find so natural doing men activities, like repairing cars and reading sci-fi novels. I think I am a man in a woman's body".

Professor: "You feel like this because you WERE a man in your last life".

Visitor 2: "I am born as a guy, but I don't find to be myself wearing men clothes. I feel comfortable and natural wearing dresses and high heels. Why?"

Professor: "Because you WERE a woman in your last life, but now, you chosen the wrong body".

Smart hose

My mom says its a good idea sometimes to write down stuff, even if nobody else sees it. She says its a great way to get your thoughts organized, and boy do I need to do that, so here it goes.

My life just got turned upside down, and I'm still processing.

But I should begin at the beginning, as my English teacher says.

My name is James Micheal, I'm twelve, and I live in Sherwood Park, a small town just outside of Edmonton, Alberta, Canada.