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Ireland was sick of her life. Her mom was more like a 16 year old girl than an actual mother. Her dad was off on one of many adventures through the Amazon. When one morning she woke up to only a letter, her barley fragile life shatters. Her father hadn't been heard from in months and her mom couldn't be a single mother for the rest of her life. Left with the deed to her house, a semester left of her senior year, and an eccentric cocker spaniel, Ireland tries to make a life from the little bit that her parents left her.
*PHOTOS IN BOOK!*
"I really do like you Scarlet, but you need to know that I can't be with you right now and they're are reasons why," he said as he looked off in Mr.Garret's direction. "If you want to know..."he murmerd softly," then meet me in the fileds tonight around 9."
He kissed me in that second, and it was even better than Noel. It had compassion and love, all the things I was yearning for. He lips were deathly soft, I smiled as we kissed. All the sudden he walked away, and disappeared, while I just stood stunned. Then I looked over and saw Mr.Garret staring death eyes at me..
When she dribbled and shot that ball everyone would cheer and chant her name. She was really good at it. I wasn’t. I played soccer. Girls did not play soccer, but she watched the World Cup Argentina 1978. She admired Paolo Rossi, Marco Van Basten and Mario Kempes as much as I did. She climbed trees just as good as I did. There was a huge mango tree which had branches jutting over the roof. We would climb, sit on the roof, picked the ripe mangoes, peeled them with bare hands and ate. We spend hours laughing and talking, about the world cup games, about people that annoyed us, about our dreams, about anything really, while watching and occasionally commenting on different..
Ireland was sick of her life. Her mom was more like a 16 year old girl than an actual mother. Her dad was off on one of many adventures through the Amazon. When one morning she woke up to only a letter, her barley fragile life shatters. Her father hadn't been heard from in months and her mom couldn't be a single mother for the rest of her life. Left with the deed to her house, a semester left of her senior year, and an eccentric cocker spaniel, Ireland tries to make a life from the little bit that her parents left her.
*PHOTOS IN BOOK!*
"I really do like you Scarlet, but you need to know that I can't be with you right now and they're are reasons why," he said as he looked off in Mr.Garret's direction. "If you want to know..."he murmerd softly," then meet me in the fileds tonight around 9."
He kissed me in that second, and it was even better than Noel. It had compassion and love, all the things I was yearning for. He lips were deathly soft, I smiled as we kissed. All the sudden he walked away, and disappeared, while I just stood stunned. Then I looked over and saw Mr.Garret staring death eyes at me..
When she dribbled and shot that ball everyone would cheer and chant her name. She was really good at it. I wasn’t. I played soccer. Girls did not play soccer, but she watched the World Cup Argentina 1978. She admired Paolo Rossi, Marco Van Basten and Mario Kempes as much as I did. She climbed trees just as good as I did. There was a huge mango tree which had branches jutting over the roof. We would climb, sit on the roof, picked the ripe mangoes, peeled them with bare hands and ate. We spend hours laughing and talking, about the world cup games, about people that annoyed us, about our dreams, about anything really, while watching and occasionally commenting on different..