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"In summertime, our love is sweet, like roses floating in the breeze.
In wintertime, our love is warm — it floats from hand to toes.
If skies are blue, our love is happy — two people dancing in the sun.
If thunder rolls our love is calm, a refuge from the fallin rain.
When spring flowers bloom, our love is bold, like purple petals on the iris.
When autumn leaves fall, our love is brass, shining bright like a harvest sunset.
From New Years till Halloween our love will continue to delight.
From season to season I love you always! My one, my only, my love."

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Kay P.
4710 east Polk Street
Phoenix, AZ 85008
(623) 218-8281
kathryn6855@gmail.com
2nd November 2015
Dear Readers,
As many of the readers on this page may know, I along with other writers, write the stories that go on to this page, but what some of you don’t know it how much of an impact you have on the writers and me. As a publisher and writer myself I know that often you feel as if your stories aren’t good enough or are not worth reading. If you believe that then you're wrong. Stories good or bad are meant to be read, you won't know if there bad unless you put yourself out there. By the end of this week there will be two new stories uploaded on the website kaaaayyyyy.weebly.com when these are uploaded I hope to be publitioning more or writting some more. If anyone has anyone has any stories they would like to be published. Please fill free to email me a copy, and I will have it uploaded as soon as humanly possible. This Website Depends on it, without stories no one will ever know the stories YOU have written. My your worth known. Also to those who would like to take part in a film or help make a movie in any way, there will be a link soon for anyone interested.
Sincerely,

Kay P.

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From when ever I can remember I was bullied for being different and an red head, and I hated myself for it, I felt that they were right and I was worth nothing and I want to die, Like just curl up in to a hole and die then have my body burned and my ashes put into acid and put on the moon then BLOW UP THE MOON :c. But any ways I really wanted to die but then I moved to a new school, everything was fine in tell 7th grade, and the feeling came back....

A girl named Heather and another girl named Kiara sit with each other every day everyone can see the love they have for each other though they never say their true feelings for each other. "Come over after school..." Heather says the Kiara, Kiara replies "Okay, it's going to be late, is that okay?" "Yes, just come in the back so you don't wake my parents." Heather whispers in Kiara's eye, in a joking matter "It's all ogre now", Heather and Kiara laugh make John worried, John stairs at Kiara in anger. "I'm going to class see you later" Heather says to the group and begins to walk away, Dakota Runs over to Heather and says "John seems to be kind angry, "Why" "Well look at you and Kiara" Dakota implies how they lust for each other, "There's nothing going on and to prove it I'll have John come over tonight too,... So HAHA" Heather sticks her tongue out at Dakota and walks away....
Later that night at Heather's house, John, Kiara, and Heather are all talking having a great time and they all decide to go for a swim, Kiara Is ready first, Kiara begins put on sunscreen Heather comes out in a Bikini, Red just like her lipstick, Kiara stairs at her with a shocked look, Kiara wants to act upon her feelings but can see John from the window. "Do you need help?" Heather asks "John can see "so, maybe he will see what's to come".

​Samantha Evans
My Short FanFic of Kiara and Heather Potter

We live in a world were it’s okay to bully, or make some one feel less then they are. But some of us chose to not bully, or make someone feel less then they are. I’m Kay, now Kay is not my real name but It’s a start, a start to a new life, one were I’m not afraid to speak out. I was bullied, for having red hair, for being different, for standing up for the “weak”, the one who everyday were bullied, I was bullied for being ME. I always felt less than I was and now I’m tried of it so just Stop and think, Have YOU been mean to someone, made them feel less than they are? If you have then Just stop.

People Need to realize that this is how we are.
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