When my mother died and my father, someone that I had never met in my life, proposed to take me in, I actually believed that I was going to live with him. That of course wasn’t going to happen. That man, without even meeting me once, was sending me to a boarding school - a boarding school that apparently didn’t even know my name or gender, because in the letter they sent me to tell me I was accepted, they kept referring me as Miss Brooke Falconer.
That was completely ridiculous, I mean, I was Brook Woods, a tough (yet slightly short) guy!
Bailey's first day back at school
sees her navigating the halls,
as well as past friendships and rivalries.
Will it be too much for her to handle this year?
Or will she break through barriers,
while moving on toward brighter days?
“Double turn!” The teacher yells, and I comply, pirouetting twice on my right leg. “Point your back leg… And pose!” I throw my arms up in the air and grin widely as the music finishes, earning- alone with Nicole on my left, and Suriya on my right- a rapturous round of applause from the assembled students.
A pastor in a conservative Christian denomination is faced with a boy who feels he is a girl inside. Which will he choose: his Church's teaching? Or a child's life?
“Happy Valentine’s Day!” I say happily, clinking my wine glass with that of the sexy guy opposite me. I’m dressed in a short, slinky black dress, translucent seamed stockings and extra-high heels (much to my boyfriend’s chagrin), whilst the handsome man opposite me is wearing a smart suit with a bright white shirt and a plain grey tie.
“Happy Valentine’s Day,” Stuart says, sipping his wine with one hand whilst his other hand links his fingers with mine. “This is absolutely PERFECT.”
A pastor in a conservative Christian denomination is faced with a boy who feels he is a girl inside. Which will he choose: his Church's teaching? Or a child's life?
A pastor in a conservative Christian denomination is faced with a boy who feels he is a girl inside. Which will he choose: his Church's teaching? Or a child's life?
A pastor in a conservative Christian denomination is faced with a boy who feels he is a girl inside. Which will he choose: his Church's teaching? Or a child's life?
A pastor in a conservative Christian denomination is faced with a boy who feels he is a girl inside. Which will he choose: his Church's teaching? Or a child's life?
A pastor in a conservative Christian denomination is faced with a boy who feels he is a girl inside. Which will he choose: his Church's teaching? Or a child's life?
"Ladies and gentlemen," the posh English accent announced over the airplane’s tannoy, "I'd like to thank you for flying Soixante-Trois airlines, and on behalf of the company, I'd like to wish you all a safe stay in Paris and a very Merry Christmas!"
A pastor in a conservative Christian denomination is faced with a boy who feels he is a girl inside. Which will he choose: his Church's teaching? Or a child's life?
A pastor in a conservative Christian denomination is faced with a boy who feels he is a girl inside. Which will he choose: his Church's teaching? Or a child's life?
A pastor in a conservative Christian denomination is faced with a boy who feels he is a girl inside. Which will he choose: his Church's teaching? Or a child's life?
“I shall see you on Tuesday!” Hannah giggles as she drops me off outside my former college. “Give my love to the rest of the ‘Teen Angels’. Oh- and enjoy your long, loooong weekend!”
“Will do!” I laugh, straightening my short skirt and opaque black tights as I step out of the car and stride into the dining hall of the large building. I breathe a sigh of relief that my work is over for another week- not that I don’t still enjoy it, of course, but it IS hard work, and I’m REALLY looking forward to three free days to spend with my friends… Especially Sarah.
There are key moments in everyone’s life that determine their future. They lie in one’s memory and emerge when other major events occur and this way they influence forthcoming life. Sometimes they seem negligible and are ignored by others while others that seem to be significant are just a consequences of a series of decisions made years ago. Those are not pleasant or sweet in most cases though they force me to go back and relive them again and again. Thus I can write only ‘bout my memories ‘cause only I and nobody else can know what moments are really key moments.
“Happy birthday dear teenager…” Mum yells in my ear, startling me into awakeness as the sun streams through my bedroom window. “Happy birthday to you!”
“Mum!” I tiredly moan into my pillow. “What time is it?”
“8am,” mum says. “Which means that you’ve only been thirteen for 8 hours and already you’re acting like a stereotypical teenaged girl!” I chuckle as mum whips the covers off of my nightie-covered body and dumps a LOT of presents besides my hairless legs.
“Stop crying!” The middle-aged man barks as the electric clippers shear my head clean of the hair I’d been growing over the last twelve months. I gulp and blink my eyes, but as lock after lock of light blonde hair tumbles in front of my face, I can’t control my emotions. My life, just my hair, is tumbling down in front of me.
Once the haircut is complete, I look at myself in the mirror and I want to scream. Looking back at me is undoubtedly the face of a pre-teen boy. A pre-teen boy with a cute face, but a boy nonetheless.
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