Summary: Cindy went to Music Camp dressed as Frank. His/Her new friends are not going to let Cindy stay hidden away for two weeks. What will the response be to Cindy at camp, or will Frank need to stay the whole two weeks.
This is the Title Page for the stories in the Cindy Adventures series. A group of stories about Cindy, a tween, prodigy flautist, who just happens to be transgender. Join Cindy and her friends as they learn the true meaning of friendship.
When I opened my eyes I saw Mary’s face. She smiled at me. For a moment I had no idea what happened. I did not know where I was or what time of the day it was.
“Babe, are you okay?” Mary asked me sounding concerned.
My mom, Mary and I got up simultaneously and all three of us walked over to hug my dad. I was so proud to be his daughter. A little more crying happened and after a short while, we settled back down.
“Okay girls. We need to get ready for shopping soon. Mary, I will give you some money too so you don’t feel treated unfairly.” mom announced.
“Hooray! I am not going to say no to that .” Mary said excitedly.
“What about your friend Samantha, Riley. Maybe she wants to hang out at the mall with us?” mom asked me.
Two weeks ago, Jay's secret was discovered at the mall. Instead of running and hiding from it like usual, he decided to embrace it. Now he's about to reveal her true self and is terrified that people won't accept her for who she truly is.
Hi everyone, Debbie V here. As you may or may not know, Kris and I were very good friends, and we’d often share snippets of chapters for each other to look over, or sometimes just for fun. These snippets below are some of those that I felt deserved to be shared with the audience that loved her work so much. These are all her own words- I haven’t altered or added anything beyond a quick spellcheck. The stories are presented in rough chronological order and as such may overlap with previous ‘continuing adventures’.
We walked up to my parents who were still standing at the door. I was determined to get this issue resolved. I felt confident and brave. I loved wearing my girlie clothes because it felt so natural. Well, technically they were Alyssa’s old clothes. The skirt and top fit me perfectly as if they were made for me. Of course, I loved the black tights the most. This was me. Riley.
Chapter 141 The resort. A vigil. The Dean and more.
To the resort and a trip to the remote hogan. ~o~O~o~ We don't meditate, but sit a vigil. ~o~O~o~ Back at the university, and a meeting with the Dean. ~o~O~o~ There are two conditions?
Chapter 140 I’ve got to tell her the truth. An offer? Los Alamos. Not another offer?
A letter from the Dean? Hmm. Am I in trouble? ~o~O~o~ Dr. Fontheim hits me with two things. ~o~O~o~ I let things slip. ~o~O~o~ So that's what it's for!
This is set in my A New Life universe, which is set in Dot's M.Y.T.H. universe.
Wendy Jean made a comment on We Give Thanks that triggered this story, so I dedicate it to her.
This story actually occurs after the main part of Christmas Wishes Granted, but before the epilogue where they pick up the orphan kids and adopt them.
Fair warning: Suicide is attempted, but (spoiler alert) the attempt fails. And thus comes the real Christmas gift in this story.
The Christmas Eve midnight service was wonderful. I took my place in the soprano section of the choir and sang carols that I had literally known for decades. I had to pay attention to what I was doing, though. It would have been easy to slip into the baritone or tenor parts that I had learned years ago.
At the stroke of midnight, Pastor Dan placed the baby Jesus into the manger. We all wished each other a very merry Christmas, sharing hugs all around.
Our house wasn’t there. Mr. Starrett’s house was on the left, with his red F-150 in the driveway, and the Petrovs' house was on the right, with no cars in the driveway but all their super-early Christmas decorations on the porch and lawn (it wasn’t even Halloween yet) — and there was nothing between them.
When they came home to find themselves literally homeless -- their house gone, and no sign it had ever been there -- they thought things couldn't get worse. They were wrong. But things can get better just as unexpectedly.
---------------This is an almost true story, in that the names have been changed and a few of the locations. Other than that, this is basically what happened.-----------
Chapter 137 It’s a … , Christine, The funeral, The Eagle.
Will the Eagles show up? ~o~O~o~ Mark and Maria tell. ~o~O~o~ And, we tell Mark and Maria. ~o~O~o~ The funeral and Christine. ~o~O~o~ Christine has news.
10 P.M: a Friday night. A black van drives through the streets of Washington D.C.
The streets are filled with upset people.
In the van 15-year old Taylor Peters makes a call home.
Adam was tired all of the time. Everyday, nonstop. No matter when he went to sleep, he always felt like he had gotten none. The only thing that even remotely helped him was coffee.
One day, he woke up to find that he had forgotten to set the coffee maker to brew last night. Disgruntled, he headed over to to the cupboard to get the bag of beans. He grabbed it, and opened the bag. He groaned as he saw it was empty.
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Editor: Trismegistus Shandy
During lunch break high school freshman Tom was sitting on a bench outside, reading a sports magazine (but with the edge of a Penthouse sticking up), alone as usual. Well, as usual as it could be the fifth day of term. Tom was not a popular boy. Small, ”dainty” and with golden locks that was rather longish. There really was nothing wrong with Tom except that he was terribly shy and new in town. He had lost his parents and the only relative was a cousin of his mother's. Matthew and Martha were considerably older than Tom’s parents but they considered taking care of Tom as their duty. Tom had all the material support he could wish for. However, they didn’t really care for him and since they never had had any children of their own they didn’t understand him at all. So the less he bothered them the happier they were.
Anyway Tom was sitting there ostentatiously reading a sports magazine featuring baseball. Tom was quite a good baseball player and had great hopes to get onto one of the junior teams. However, if you looked closer you could see the edge of a Penthouse sticking up behind the magazine. Not that Tom was interested in the pictures. Actually he found the sports magazine much more interesting and if he wanted to look at naked girls internet had an abundant supply and Matthew and Martha had no clue how to restrict his access. No, Tom had arranged the Penthouse very carefully to throw off any suspicions about what he had hidden behind the Penthouse. His real secret was much worse, something that absolutely NO ONE must know. Tom was totally absorbed by the latest “Thumping ❤❤, Broken ❤❤, ❤❤United” book, according to some the soppiest, most braindead romantic drivel ever written. Tom just couldn’t get enough of it.
“Have you thought about it? About how you feel? What this actions may reflect about you?”.
I didn’t want to answer, mostly because I really didn’t have an answer. It all just happened, and I enjoyed it, it was something I had just discovered and didn’t put much thought to it, when I did my mind got foggy and I got anxious.
“I… no… I haven’t” I said turning my head to the floor.
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