Marcel Ray Duriez

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Dear Mr. Or Ms. Bookworm:

Forgive disturbance and interruption for your moment to review my material of what could be a future classic. I was more impressed with your analysis of your literary background in history that captivated my fancy, which brought forth utter delight and hysteria. I am hopeful that you would be encouraged, interested, stimulated, and moved, in representing my multi perceptive novel.

I have a diverse cast in the topics that are hammering home right in freedoms, of mind, body, and faith, life, and death.

I have many points of view, yet Nevaeh's experiences at times you will feel as if you're walking in her shoes, questing equality and equality right within a novel, also has many possibilities for that showcase gender expression of free will. This story is a literary fiction novel, for a teen reader yet has strong content: ANGEL'S IN DISGUISE OR THE NEVAEH SAGA the narrative points switches every five pages, keeping imagination moving onward.

The Nevaeh Saga is a narrative in magical realism that focuses on the thoughtful look of a young girl, facing pain- as she bares her soul and what lies within.

The narrators Nevaeh May Natalie of the story is the same main character, of throughout the entire story, one continuous protagonist, for youth to old, to the afterlife.

However, points of view are changed by those within her life at any given moment. When other characters have a right to a voice, the name character will show along with his or her part of speech expressed giving feeling and movement to the story of emotions.

A fourteen-year-old Nevaeh is having a midlife crisis likewise does not seem to bode well with her life expectancy. Her so-called school friends bully her, whatever semblance of a foster mother drowned out her fights with life by loathing her for being alive, falling, and grieving her way to mental delusion. Now a fallen angel Nevaeh speaks when she did not have a voice, to do so before her untimely death- as she bares her soul.

I was born in 1991, in Johnstown, Pennsylvania, USA, and raised in a small town of Northern Cambria, previously known as Barnesboro.

At this time, immense, unique, and unusual background in my experiences of writing and the arts.

I am more than qualified to tell a story like this for my English background coming from- The Art Institutes and SNHU, and Alison Diplomas, and ten years of pushing. Fundamentals of English, Grammar, and Writing with a late Master's inauguration in English in creative writing. I am currently holding a Bachelor's level in General education, from SNHU as a transferring student.

I currently have 98 other self-published works.

Published in numerous online and paper formats, like- magazine Let Fire, Web-Wire, The Our Town Newspaper, and Marline Newspapers, for the Star Courier.

My degrees at this date are in Graphic Design, Architectural Engineering Technology and Civil Technology, Residential Planning, (CDA), and Writing.

My diplomas are under Fine Art and the Fundamentals, Health and Human Development, Advanced Physics, Children's Studies, Music Theory, English Grammar, and the Fundamentals, Electrical Drawings and Test Equipment, Educational Psychology, English Language and Literature Writing.

I am part of the Kappa Pi - ETA Sigma Fraternity. Along with the National Technical Honor Society Fraternity.

I have several children's books currently self-published, The Many Adventures of Cuddles holding a five-star review from reviewer Mamta Madhavan: for Readers Favorite, saying: A delightful and captivating storybook for children.

The Many Adventures of Cuddles: Tobey, Pandora, and Cuddles. The book featured in the 2016 Book Expo America (BEA), held last May 11 to 13 at McCormick Place in Chicago.

And Sammie and Ellie: How I Met my Family.

I believe in new talents in writing, like the Neveah manuscript. We have chatted briefly about his work, and I would say he can go for his dreams. I did. If I must give an opinion, I feel he can do it, said New York Times bestselling author, Lauren Oliver, writer of Rooms and Before I Fall.

Thank you for your time in reviewing this, And I hope that the enclosed synopsis will pique your interest. Reachable at the address and phone number above, as well as via email at duriez19 . I have enclosed my mailing address of 419 Juniper St. Of Northern Cambria, Pa, 15714, asking for your conveniences interplanetary mail, and I look forward to hearing from you soon.

Sincerely,

Marcel Ray Duriez

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Nevaeh is a 14-year-old girl living in Pennsylvania at the start of this story around the 2000s. The feeling of the story is just because she is the small girl in her class, and has other kids, classmates, mother, grandmother, and even her guardian, putting her down, does not mean that Navaeh cannot rise above all the hatred and shine.

The darkest day of her human life Nevaeh commits suicide. However, that is not the end of her young life, but the start of a miraculous supernatural life beginning. Neveah remembered as the girl who existed. In her notebooks of her life.

Likewise, in a town, that to her is just as backward as her temperament is at times. Just like her name spelling also, she lives a life of bullying.

Nevaeh feels that death is a way out of the pain. Before she passes, she lives her life out to see all that she has lost by choosing to relinquish to death, at the age of 14.

Leading into an afterlife story in the books to come of her becoming a fallen angel. An evil entity with wickedness, wanting pain, and death is always lurking in the darkness of cobwebbed filled minds she has obtained from twisted brainwashing.

Nevaeh becomes lost in her mind, and the minds of others as more points of view as the story progresses, in this new afterlife. One Naddalin, unknown sister, of many siblings.

Nevaeh

Book: 1

Walking the Halls

Interval Section: 1

The book of Choices-

Preface: Have a voice:

'I never invested much thoughtfulness to where or with I would expire, nonetheless fall, though I would hold reason enough in the last few months, despite if I had, I would not have thought it would be like aforementioned, I have been a good little Catholic girl, all my life; I can sin a-little- right?'

'I watched outwardly exhaling athwart the great fields, into the mysterious eyes of the sole snatching demon; that took the look of a young girl holy ghost. Furthermore, she observed thoughtfully back at me.'

'Admittedly, it was an immeasurable way to depart, in the position of someone else, someone I adored, cherished, and embraced; good, indeed. This ought to score for something, of where I am going.'

'I grasped that if I would never fly away from home, I would not be meeting death immediately. However, frightened, terrified, and scared as I lived, I could not make myself to mourn the determination I made. If experience allows you a vision so far exceeding each of your expectations, it's not prudent to bewail when it reaches to a conclusion finish.'

'The captivating angel beamed lovingly as she roamed forward to hang me, a part of me felt as it would die, and others would never.'

'If you all are taken by novels with delighted conclusions, you would be better off reading some other book.'

'On the morning I was scheduled to die, I saw my life as if I had lived it to its whole.'

'The Amsel girls were unquestionably the most mischievous kids in the memoir of the experience of my childhood.'

'Not every 14-year-old girl is indicted for murder, brought to trial, and found guilty.'

'Yet, the power behind words and voices is substantial to all life! I dedicated this book to all of you readers before you even read it, to understand- the book of misunderstandings for the misunderstood.'

'To have a voice, when you were made not have one or told not to have one. Maybe if you are like me, trying to get your voice back this is the story you need. Nonetheless, let us not fail to remember all the voices, which will never speak again, for being rejected and misunderstood.'

'Yes, be that voice with this book, this book is for you, to speak up, and be heard. Why?'

'So, there are no more lost and forgotten voices of life. This book is a steppingstone to abolish bullying altogether, along with your help; we can take that step forward and forget about the past!'

'At this time, I would like you all to take a moment of silence, to remember someone, that is no longer with us. So, they are not forgotten.'

'To understand, you must read, between the lines of a story just like mine, sometimes more than once.'

'My wronging if you do not read this book is, you'll find out fast that life is going to suck, and then you make the discovery, that you are going to die alone, and the hex- I have will now be on you.'

'At least that is what I thought; I thought I read, my story before it was written, and this note was the last thing that I was going to write.'

'However, I never realize that there was so much more to life, which I did not appreciate. I came so very close to the edge. Yet, I got additional unplanned lifespans.'

'Yet, was the second chance what I needed?'

'Nevertheless, there were things that I concerned my mind with, which was not substantial to my existence.'

'If anything- learn from me. Try to do the virtuous things I did and not the mistakes I made. Though it is up to you to decide what was great or immoral, it is what you feel and believe is morally right in your mind.'

'Yeah, it would be right in saying- I never really establish any thought into what was going to happen to me someday and the others that are part of my surroundings.'

'However, life goes on, and the existence of what was stands for nothing but- a memory of what you can and cannot have. If you are someone like me, but all I ever wanted to be someone that appreciates me.'

'Everybody around here would say life is free, yet or is it?'

'Like, do I even want it?'

'No- not anymore!'

'The existence of life…! Is what I mean.'

'This belief is what I do not want, to have any more.'

'There must be a way out of all this misery, suffering, pain agony, and distress, that I relish in day today?'

'They say dying departing, and falling is easy, as well as lasting, and living is difficult, uncertain, ambiguous and unpredictable.'

'While with wild carless heart and reduction of insight I am going to find out!'

'I presume life is all about what you want, need, love, desire, respect, and love.'

'Furthermore, existing in life comes down to what you cannot have in it. All I have to say is don't let anyone or anything pin you down and make you less than who you are. Always be whom you were meant to be, regardless of what they say… because who in the hell are, they!'

'This is a warning to my story, I will only say this once, this is my life, and others I have loved and lost, and it is graphic at times.'

'Just like looking into a book of Sh-h, of deep dark girlie secrets, photographs in the mind like black and white still frames of the past developed, or like a painting of time last just at the moment- a picture with my words of how I will be remembered, the story will come to be perceived sharply and with much clarity.'

'All the color in it washes away over time, yet not all, they become soft and pastel, and some things fad yet it's all been said, yet not hidden.'

'So, one way or another- you now have memorabilia, of lives until now never had a voice. Besides all that is left is still frames that keep on fading, and distorting.'

'My normal, dull, everyday common, and ordinary life goes into much detail about me to it is explicit and labeling, disparaging to the point I like the ones that were part of me had or have little worth; to the point of derogatory, defamatory, sarcastic, and my loved ones equal to my malice as a teen girl.'

'Just so, you know that 'you all' have been informed of what to expect!'

'Let's go through this excursion combined with a mighty voice, and our heads held up. Let's be proud of- 'Who we are, not what we are.' Furthermore, in time you'll know what that means if you have trust.'

Chapter: 1

Sisters from Hell

'Hey, I am only fourteen, what do you expect, I can be remembered as a sinner. I need to rewind the time turner some and relive the past to see what I am missing; I have the magical power.'

'My time turner is a device used for time travel. It is an extraordinary timekeeper that favors an hourglass on a chain, just another thing, I keep on my necklace.'

'All my days, weeks, month go back, even years, until the beginning of my freshman year of high school.'

'I have gotten to have the great pleasure of having these fore girls around me, at all times; 'yeah me,' the girls I call the sisters.'

'Unseasoned, gentle, sweet, sympathetic, winsome giving, innocent looking girls. Then turn in to horrifying shapeshifting demons sometimes, into wendigo's, or even banshees.'

'Additionally, I know that they show up in children's lives as shadow people, long before any of those to come afterward. Asking as if their benefactor, allies, protector, and sympathizer, everything that is an angel.'

'Most would just call us just ghostly, yet most of the time we would take the humanoid shape of one of those.'

'I was once a white angel, the chestiest type I could be, nevertheless, I was the hunted over this, and that had to arrive at an ending.'

'Although over time, I have fallen with them as you know, now just as weak as them hunting young girls for the sweet taste of blood and souls, to keep for their own, to take them in the most sheepish, timid, cowardly and spineless way a child like me could do; acting like a sweet fallen angel.'

'Just to victimize, when they are just like me looking for hope, that I give misleadingly, in the time of their need, just like I was in too.'

'I am no better than the bullies, that picked on me, and I could not live with myself, as I was falling more every day, thinking, I was still ever-so good when I was just as wrong as my sisters and even my grandmother that made me this way.'

'I remember, that demons can take the shape of anything and hide within anything even you and me, and in me they did.'

'Sarah's soul was assumed to be lost, bull to me I think she lingers within a toy doll; to find a new body to stay within someday.'

'Despite, this can take months years, even decades at a time.'

'They were always a pain in my butt!'

'However, in high school what they did became, so much more arousing for them, more hardcore. Likewise, you will see why now they like to find pledger in all the pain they think is a turn on, that is what I mean to say, like everything will be relieved, at a point coming up, soon!'

'Okay, the four Amsel sisters were also known as 'The Blackbird Clan' to me all my life, or that is what I call them, in my book of life.'

'In my mind, they peck and stalk all human life, which they think is below their perfection, supremacy, mastery, and superiority.'

'Hence, you know that I am one of them that they chew on and play with and not the sweet childish play you would think.'

'Alissa Amsel is a blonde hair, blue-eyed girl; she cannot weigh any more than one hundred pounds. Although, she is taller than most of the boys' kind of gangly looking- conversely, so it seems to me when looking up at her from my worm's eye perspective every time.'

'She is the head of the girls! She is the main squeeze, that gets all the others to participate in her girl's group as a horde.'

'She is the one that created this pulsating, diddling, and banging bullying gang in the school halls.'

'Still, I just call them the clan sisters, yes they are my sisters from hell.'

'Alissa, she towers in her overall authorities, control, and influence, in the society's ranking of rheostat within the hellhole.'

'Indeed, Alissa is a senior the head cheerleader, she makes everyone that she wants to be associated with being her friend, and the ones she does not want to be her fools.'

'Since, she has to have consistent attention, in any forms imaginable.'

'Yes, a refusal to bow down to her authority, she does everything in her power, to make your life miserable; and I know that she does for me and others like me!'

'Alissa is constantly smothering Chiaz Naztherth, with her crazed oversexed clingy nature.'

'That pisses me off, he is mine! As if, he is her plaything. Nevertheless, she knows that she has the power to date, anyone she wants, without any remorse or compassion for his or her true feelings, the door is always open for her, and it goes both ways.'

'Though, she closed my door to get anyone a long time ago. Everything, I have prepared love linked, past and present are hiding away for that reason.'

'Sometimes, falsifying it is the only way to make it real for us. As expected of him, Chiaz accepts the relationship grasp, and all that comes with it or else.'

'She sure holds onto him with both hands, hugging so tight, kissing sucking face, and God knows what else, and all the other things too, more than we ever did.'

'Yes, me knowing that she is fondling him as well as, forcing all kinds of bonking on him, it makes me sick to my belly.'

'He is mine… mine… mine!'

'She like they have said to me doesn't know the difference between good touch- bad touch.'

('Can you see me stomping my foot while making a pouting face! This is my man!')

'I have already pinned him… AS… MY… BOY, so back off! Yet, is he going to make me soon? Oh, he could, yeah, he so has dibs on me, and I would not fight him! I want him too, I would even do all the work, in that way, I am the bad girl.'

'Although, I do not like or want to be his dirty little secret, like being in the front of his car bobbing for apples and pogo-sticking; like most girls here. Moreover, if that is what I have to do to be his I well.'

'Though if I get the chance, I would take it, I am not going to pass that up, for the world. Still, I want true love, with real passion in a romantic place! Though I cannot have everything, I never did.'

'There has to be a way to make this happen, I am sure I will think of something, the way it should be, the way I want it and need it to be!'

'So, call me a dreamer and old fashioned, that is okay with me. I can see me pinned up against the lockers or something like that.'

'Yeah, he could merge with me over one of these school desks.'

('Oh, honey!')

'He could overtake me in the bathroom if he would follow me in there.'

('Laughing- aloud foolishly, strangely, and oddly. I was making plains.')

'He could get me in the library, and in-between the bookcases too, so many places we could make love.'

('Yah- that could be, 'Marvelous!'')

'I am going to find a way; I was having this chat with myself out load in-class you no with that little voice in my head going crazy, which likes to be bad now and then even when I am not.'

'I am going to find a way, even if I have to run into his arms and have a dry humping performance, of me being mad and covering him with crazy love kisses.'

'Yeah, we could fasten into one another; all the time.'

'Am-hum… humming sound, I make in class daydreaming as I do, yet that is better than dumb school, were the teacher in the front of the room almost becomes voiceless to me as I tune him out, and get lost in my feelings, ideas, opinions, beliefs, plans, images, and thoughts.'

'Yes, I want more from him too, I want more than just friends online on Facebook; I would love him to follow me online and not have someone care that he does if he only could, and be with me in real life, and online too, as his girlfriend.'

'Until now, I do not even have a tagged picture of us yet! I am so sick of having a single status, which refuses to transform me; into a somewhat popular girl!'

'Sometimes, I make myself snigger in class. While thinking of something funny, in a lecture class, and it is silent in the room, and yah start to entirely bust out laughing, thinking about everything I want.'

'Have you ever done that, changed my relationship status?'

'Then everyone looks at you like you must be stoned, or in my case quite retarded. Because with that look upon on my face, of kind of like ideological.'

'Furthermore, then it is like no time has gone by at all and I don't even remember getting to this point and place.' 'Where I am staring, gawking looking, watching, staring and gazing into the sunshine, so intensely feeling warmness, temperature, and heat, along with glowing gracious, with the thoughts, predilections, sensibilities, and emotions of liberation after getting dropped off by the school bus.'

'Amidst all the disturbances and characteristics of not wanting to remember the day, is the freedom look upon my face now.'

'Likewise, so intensely showing that it makes me laugh foolishly; as the thoughts did in class, thinking about my freedoms to appear, as they are now.'

'Then again, I have been rehabilitated until some consider and imagine, that I need life support.'

'I remember that I was squinting my eyes, all at the same time, in class to see to the blackboard. Which are more odd faces, they think I make, just to report, in a false script about whom I am going to become.'

'Remarkably, while holding back a smile, I sometimes do this, plus holding some really weird sounds back, I try to not do in a class of the work being so childish. When they all looked right at me. Then, I feel anxiety, panic, dread, and worry.'

'Yep, this girl here me, myself and I, just had that moment sitting in this room, where you can hear a pin drop.'

'I am laughing out loud.'

'That reminds me that Hope, she thought (LOL) or 'laughing out loud,' stands for 'Little Old Lady,' when I finally started to text message!'

'Ha!'

'Hope she is my guardian, just so yah-know.'

-And-

'Nevaeh, do you have something, which you want to share with the class.' Asked, Miss. Bradbury.

'What…?' She replied.

'What's so marvelously funny?' The teacher questioned.

'No, it's kind of an inside joke!' Said, Nevaeh giggling.

'OKAY, then sh-h!' Said, Mr. Bradbury questionably.

'So, I just look down at my little 'her,' and tell her to sh-h.'

'Right- 'Sh-h,' I place my one little finger to my lips and make the sound.'

'Despite, I snickered, myself to the principal office, for being distracting.'

'However, in my mind, at that time in class. I was thinking could it be either Lily or Chiaz, which gets to sway me one way or the other for my passion, devotion, admiration, and love.'

'I walk out the door surely, certainly, clearly, unmistakably, undoubtedly, and unequivocally smacking me on my butt; with my plaid skirt up, showing my bare white ass.'

'At some point, you stop caring. They want to see it all any way's, it all these kids talk about.'

'You know, this place is making me messed up, like them this act was beneath me!'

('I am giggling so hard in the office, to the point of delirium! Punished for being like them, although- I cannot be, I see.')

'What, are you doing here?' I was asked by the blond secretary out of two in the office.

''I do not know, I am just a good little girl,' I say to them, I just needed to have some entertainment; as they all do, where are kids, after all, and told to grow up, yet in the head, you say we can't ever be grown-ups. 'So, tell me here and now, what is that you want me to be, and your right.''

'Yet there are hands-on me at this point, and I am being talked down, by officers and teachers alike, and not always the ones that I want to have their bodies on me, do not get frustrated, they say, she is mental, you will see what I mean shortly if you do not retrain her in handcuffs and ankle shackles- NOW.' Said Mr. Bradbury.

'I am now taking time away from my teaching all the others in her class now, that want to learn, over this one being decidedly bad and acting out and being disrespectable, and sexual.'

'Lady you're the one that is twisted in the head.' Yield, Nevaeh.

'You see what I mean?'

'We do.'

('Next day, same class, I am drifting off in deep thoughts.')

'I am thinking about him, Chiaz- like, I can tell that he is not in love with Alissa at all; it is obvious, in his body language.'

'However, I do not think he is in love with me either, but maybe he is, I do not know?'

('And again, I am making faces to the thoughts.')

'Nevertheless, she is with my dream boy! This reminds me of the fact that he is always near me, and I do know why.'

'Still, he cannot figure out a way to get away with me. I pray for the day that he does. That is only if he feels the same way I do.'

'Additionally, I am not going to wait forever, if he cannot get away from her then, I will understand where I need to be, and settle.'

'I will have to settle for someone else then, and I know that she will be a girl like me.'

'Furthermore, he looks at me from a distance, with the expression of helping me, then again, she has him grabbed by the family jewels, I think he is saying, all the time, the words like save me, and them too, with his mouthed silent words! Besides, I just look away most times of panic and bashfulness.'

'Sometimes, I give him that flirty look, I just look up slightly, but then again, I cannot be caught doing this; for the reason that- I do not need Alissa's glaring eyes peering into my soul like a hunter if I did not do something unequivocally wrong.'

'Previously, in her mind, no other girl can talk, look or even think about him. Though she keeps me away from him, and other boys and even girls the most of all the one she hates in the halls the most.'

'Unquestionably, my reputation category is bad, dangerous, critical, dejected, inferior, and bad enough, without her finding more reasons to diminish, wane, abate, and lessen me more.'

'I do not need all of her three other jerking-off sisters jumping me in the halls, or anywhere earls for that matter.'

'Anyways there is Adriane Amsel she is the junior and part of my family also. She has black hair with red tips. She has green cat eyes, or at least- that is the way they look to me.'

'She is squat and bumpy; yes, that is about how to sum this one up. Adriane, she is also known as the emo-gothic girl's ringleader.'

'She was like a satanic power over everyone, which is part of her surroundings, this girl is a real sucker. I think she does this by manipulating, and brainwashing the prey, which she wants. She sucks the life out of me.'

'She is the one that likes to find arbitrary, random and stray objects and put them in places in my body they should not go, that they should never even go in, or be in, and I am not her only victim.'

'Naturally, I know all too well what she does, and I am not afraid to speak such here. Nevertheless, I would be any other occasion!'

'She wears all black with a star around her neck, blood color lips that are never shut, just like her legs. She also makes other girl's lips bloody too.'

'She has a pale white face that is evil, wicked, sinful and clown-like.'

'It is so safe to say that she is the badass of the hellhole; and yes, I have seen all that too; all her victims being used as I was for her entertainments.'

'She knows that she can get away with anything like all my sisters. Why...? Because of our family's stature in society my grandmother letting them get away with anything. Just like our sister Alissa, she has a crazed oversexed obsessed clingy nature also, it all over our history to feel needed, I think.'

'Adriane's object of affection in her selection is Lily Anderson, the cute little good girl with pigtails; the one I let be my last hope. Love but not truly in love.'

'Although nobody in society finds this to be wrong for anyone, meanwhile when I am with her it is so very wrong. Adriane is attached at the hips to this girl constantly. She was using my girlfriend, who is my sweetheart!'

'Once more, get off her. She doesn't like you; she doesn't want you getting off, by you using her, and beginning like all pressed upon her!'

'Although Lily prefers to date boys, yet she loves me… however, she has to do whatever Adriane wants her to do, regardless of her true emotions.'

'The refusal leads into Lily undertaking the vengeance, fury, rage, and wrath of the Blackbird Clan. Her and I giving denial leads into open demonstrations of them all being placed upon her somehow someway, they go down on her, while on top of her body while she loses everything, she has to them.'

'Oh yes, that includes being undressed in the hall that we both walk of the school, stripped of all forms of dignity in front of society within the high school, as we always were even in middle school some things never change. There is no authority like teacher's observation of caring to hear her cries or my out for help in these hellish halls, no one cares about us as the rejected.'

'All the students choose to look away because, they know they have no control, and nor do they even care. This one- time Adriane used a hairbrush handle on her, while her class friends watched her push it inside lips of Lily's hole and back out forcefully repeatedly.'

'As well they duct-taped her mouth, so no one could hear her scream, even if she did no one concerned about her and me in our category!'

'Then they tied her hands with her top to her legs, and her skirt went out on the flagpole as did mine, Adriane just pushed her undies to the one side, and her legs were just held spaced-out, until she was tied up, by the two other girls that used her for horizontal refreshment, as she was lying there in the hall on the floor.'

'Furthermore, no one reports, on cameras at all in the halls, in this old nonconformity unending, seemingly limitless, and lofty hall, with very low daytime light.'

'Furthermore, artificial light, ever-so dark, dem, and dull sable stained wood-paneled walls, lined with old undusted lockers, scream, yell, and shriek you can do this- yet, no one cares.'

'Besides, even if they do tattletale nothing will be done about this, you're the 'BAD GIRL,' and the instigator, and have it coming to you.'

'Additionally, specifically, principally, if someone reports to teachers, they have the fear they might be the next person, to face the wrath if they snitched, living in fear, is what you do if you walk these halls.'

'So-o, the next one to the title is Allison Amsel is the redhead; she is a momma's girl that cannot do anything wrong in our mom's eyes.'

'I know that what I am saying- about them is not nice, but these girls are not nice individuals, so that makes it okay, or that is what I think.'

'Allison is immense for a girl her age, eyes always squinting. All she needs to do is sit down on top of you, and you are doomed.'

'Her hobbies included selling and injecting and ingesting whatever she can find for herself and others alike. She loves the heron and abusing and popping medications and getting all kinds of high with her 3-foot bong as do most in my main classes to do the same, and she is their drug dealer.'

'Though I am blamed for that too and she gets away with this, and I as always get the blame, and I don't do drug or could even think about doing them.'

'She is a distributor for most if not all the stoner student population; her main headquarters is the third-floor bathroom.'

'Allison's hobbies also include drawing very artistic graffiti illustrations of rockets in flight on the bathroom walls. I find most graffiti beautiful, but some of these images are morbidly disturbing, to say the least.'

'Allison spends all her time in the bathroom stalls fantasizing about having a boyfriend or girlfriend for her play toy.'

'While she let's, say- dismisses all her day's stresses in there, going number three, masturbating and pooping at the same time. I think she smoked and drugged her brain cells away. However, this does not stop her from going to all the hellhole's activities.'

'Our mother makes sure, that all her girls have dates, but me and Lily so that they feel as if their asses are gold. Yet they're as ugly as homemade sin, just like their evil grandmother.'

'Although most of the guy population thinks that Allison is nasty and ugly, however once again, this does not stop her from being popular.'

'Also, for her, there is no need to attend classes, she has an assured diploma, in her chapped up, and snack leftover covered chubby hands.'

'Yes, mom and grandma's side of our family fixes that for her also.'

'Allison does nothing and blames everyone else for being lethargic, sluggish, idle, and lazy.'

'I just do not get this! Sometimes, I ask myself question of why is it that some butt holes, can fall into the shit house, and come out smelling like a rose?'

'Additionally, as for me over this truth, reality, fidelity all I get is a very sincere anguishing with torture.'

'Nope, nothing was ever handed to me by my bloodline, that is for sure. Although that is okay by me, I am the kinder and sweeter person, for all the heartache.'

'The youngest the best of the worse is this last one to come out of mom kicking and screaming, Ava Amsel, she is a brown-haired girl.'

'Like, I think she is so petite, though she is bigger than me, yet everyone is bigger than I am, and she calls herself an athlete.'

'However, she is not coordinated at all, she trips over her toes.'

'Though, she has a guaranteed scholarship to a prestigious university for sports already upstate.'

Thus, she still has three more years here, sometimes- like, I ask if I do too. If I don't start passing my bashful, slow-witted, slow, and listless classes.'

'Accurate to say that, Ava bounces around and gets with any guy or girl she wants to be with also and bounce on.'

'That is just the way she commands, doctrines, rules, and habits. She blames everyone else for having sexily transmitted diseases when she is the one on her back most days.'

'Ava is the one that is in my grade yet, I will always be behind her and the rest in my grade.'

'Nevertheless, she makes up so many stories telling the community, civilization, fellowship, and societies.'

'That she is touched inappropriately, preferentially looked at, or divulged along with talked to by unwanted persons, though she is asking for this; by boys and girls alike. then lies, falsifications, tricks, and fables.'

'Further, she gives all the male teachers a free show of her girly parts, boys to she is a sluttiest- slut to ever be a slut, just so that she can get good grades.'

'Then like in class, all you have to do is look up her skirt and see it all. I mean that is okay, but at least cross your legs like me, try to be ladylike.'

'Also touching and feeling can get a girl a long way here in the hell hole as I call it, known to others as high school.'

'Moreover, Ava, she likes all the attention, mutiny, insurrection, treason, sedition, and sensations.'

'It is manageable, plain, clear, simple, and obvious that she finds it all stimulating, lascivious, ever- so hot plus at times lewd, being inside arousing including having the wet warming, and even exciting moments; by the ways, she acts with them all teachers and girls and boys alike.'

'Oh, and how they all get sucked in by her. She is one elusive creature.'

'Yes, I must see all of Ava in the gym, History, and Music classes, thank God that is it. Like sometimes- it is good to be gifted to getaway.'

'It has become known around the school that she is into older guys, that are in college, and older than that like old man type like in their late forties.'

'She thinks that high school boys just do not have enough experience in life, simply mostly for her familiarity in the like the bend me over, front, back, and sidewise, preferentially held in all compromised, bang me hard sexy coitus, but she will give one or two a thrill and tumble throughout the school day even in the halls we call a place of learning, boy, girl young, old she gets what she wants, and what she wants is me, in the scariest sexiest, most sensual, most libidinous, lewdest, most suggestive, way possible.

'This girl is messed up, and no one chooses to see it, she has even said she wants to savor, ginger, tongue, and smack, on my genitalia.'

'Therefore, she has an 'A' in all Mr. DeVolcano's music classes, all taught by the same man. Yes, sucking the flute backward, I swear she would be that dumb, yet she is better than me, he had the condescending speech to say to all in the class, no truth to this, yet he made the long run-on statement.'

'I had a dirty comment in my mind- that I should have said. Nevertheless, I did not say it aloud. However, it was like he read it anyways, by his blood pursuer going up and his face getting flushed.'

'Nevertheless, he would know all about that after all, he was her most highly-grade teacher, and she is the pet. It's sick the love they have for each other even in class, like PDA even, just kiss, suck face, and privates.'

'Yeah, take your student in the class, hold hands and make a baby- dude, go for it. You can do no wrong here- can you?'

'Nonetheless, every guy in the hellhole wants to be with her. They stare at her as if she is the centerfold of a magazine, and she most likely could be she post nudes all the time on Snap.'

'She has over a 3,000-fan base. They cannot see the ugly that lies on the inside. All the guys and even some girls drool over her with their tongues hanging out, and their hands stiffed down their fronts.'

'I am a sick freak pervert if I do it, yet when she posts she is a model, all they see is a perfect fourteen-year-old curving object of desire; nothing more than the nympho.'

'A nympho is someone, normally female, that eats, breathes, & lives for sex. She dreams about it, often playing it over so much in her mind that something she has never tried can be exceptional the first time done with another person.'

'She is insatiable and always ready to play but that does not always make her a slut or whore, for she can be picky in her selection.'

('A freaky sex-kitten with a very lucky boyfriend.')

'Oh, yes to be under the spell of a girl like this, is like getting hit below the belt. Or some of the guys say as I hear them talk, just like a banged pushed in taint until the point it looks like a girl's fleshy hooded nub.'

'They're all like stockers, you know that it is going to be like instant nausea when being around them. Ava also has crushes on a girl's too, here in the school; although I bring that up, that girl is me.'

'So, these sisters of mine, they are part of my everyday life; they exist in my conscious and subconscious too, it's scary.'

Girls, what do we think about Nevaeh?

'She is a dumb ass slut!' Said, Alissa.

'She is an idiotic tramp!' Said, Allison.

'I am 13 years old, and she could die tomorrow, and I would not care, and neither would my sisters.'

'She is a no-talent hoe-bag!' Said, Adriane.

'She is a psycho tart!' Said, Ava.

'Yeah- our mom and daddy, said to stay away from that.'

Nevaeh- 'I remember how I said, that if you are popular, you have it all, and if you are not then you do not have anything to look forward too?'

'While- I recall the night of the winter formal boy-girl dance for all students that had dates.'

'It was such a long night, every minute seemed to drag on as if it was hours. I thought that it would never end, conclude, or have an ending.'

'No one asked me, all the ones that I asked chuckled in my face, and said, 'No!'

'They all were abruptly rude, and unkind to me. I would get answers like this. 'I have someone to go with.' I love this one. When you know they do not...?'

Or this one, 'Why would I want to go with you?'

Dead air- nothing replied to me, yet I still ask- 'Why, not?'

'...I questioned, I would say this, and they would run away.'

'I think that I asked one hundred and twenty-five different boys, they all said, 'No!''

'I recall that I even asked a boy at the beginnings of the year, that I thought just might say yes.'

Plus, he said- 'If I don't forget!'

'I did not know that I was so forgettable, that was a no, I mean come on?'

'Some, meanies said, to go 'Stag!' I ask this, why would I want to do that?'

'Besides, going with Lily was not allowed, she had a date anyways with someone, which was planned for her and out of her hands.'

'Additionally, I want to be with someone and dance… to have a good time too like any girl.'

'I do not want to stand by myself with my thumb up my butt while looking at everyone else having a good time.'

'Completely looking like a loser, yet I need to remember that I am one, leaning against the wall.'

'I could see that, and it is not pretty. It seems to me, that no one wanted me to be there anyway.'

'Everyone that I asked about the dance… like the day, time, and how to get a ticket, they all just gave me the run around about this.'

'So, when I found out for myself where to go to obtain one.'

'The girl that was given them out named, Angelina Nolan. She asked me why I wanted a ticket.'

'Why not?' I responded.

'Because no one likes you.' She answered.

'Go back to your little classroom and leave me alone.' She replied.

'I remember I lift without a ticket nearly in tears.'

'Ah, is the little-retarded baby girl going to cry!' Angelina announced.

('Acting and speaking like someone, which is mentally challenged.')

'I said 'no,' yet I did cry at school.'

'Yes, I was the only girl in the freshmen class that did not get asked to attend. I even had the perfect dress all picked out it was pink with shades of lavender.'

'I was not about to go all alone.'

'So, I sat at home eating popcorn and watching old movies. I eat when I am feeling hopeless; besides, detesting myself even more during the wallowing process.'

'Chocolate is a girl's best friend.'

'Consequently, I am going to polish off this entire chocolate pie, as well as sit here and cry, yes just sitting in my white tank top, and light pink comfy old short shorts, with the black drawstring in the fronts, tied, into a big floppy bow.'

'I sit looking at the TV, hugging my teddy bear. Tonight's movie line up is 'Shawshank,' 'Misery,' 'The Notebook,' and 'A Walk to Remember.' While my black mascara from the day runs down my cheeks.'

'Life is not a fairytale, so maybe I can go next year, I know the prom is not going to happen either, yet I want to go at least once in my life. Yet, some get to go to prom, and dances for five years running. They go all four high school years.'

'Plus, they get asked for their date, which is still in school after their out, even though they have gone many times before.'

'Then someone like me never gets the chance; that is not fair! I am not jealous; I just want to have the same opportunities, the photos, and the involvements.'

'I could envision in my mind the couples swaying to the music.'

'I could picture the bodies pressed against one another. With their hands laced with desire, all the girls having their poufy dresses pushed down by their partner's closeness, as they look so in love.'

'I know is just dumb dances, but I want to go. Why am I such a hopeless romantic? I could visualize the passionate kissing.'

'I can see the room and how it would be decorated, but all I have is the vision of it. That is all I have! Yeah, I think I know how Carrie White feels too, well maybe not like that, but close. I might get through that one tonight too because I am not going to sleep anywise.'

'So why not be scared shitless! Ha, that reminds me of another one, he- he.'

'I am sure, that this night, which they had, would never be forgotten about! I will not forget it either. It must have- been an amazing night which is shared, with that one special person.'

'That singular someone, who only wants to be with you! I think about all the photographs I will never have. All the memories that can never be completed and all the time lost that can never be regained.'

'The next morning, I have to go through the same repetition over again. Something's changed slightly but not much; I must ride on the yellow wagon of pain and misery. Yet do I want to today?'

'I do not want to go after the night that I put in. I was feeling vulnerable, moody, and a little twitchy.'

'I do not feel like listening to the ramblings of my educators. Yet knowing if I do not show up at the hellhole doors, I would be asked a million questions, like why I did not show up, the next day I arrived there.'

'I guess saying that I need a mental health day is not an excuse. Then again, some can take off a week, and nothing is said about that.'

'Although for me if I miss one day, it is an amiableness of imbecility. So, Like- always I am going too dragged myself out of my bed, brush my hair, brush my teeth.'

'Grab a bra out of my dresser and slide it up on me. Today it is an adorable baby pink one with black dots, and a little bow in the middle, so sweet- like me.'

'So anyway, I am going to clasp it in the back, as my long hair falls forward while doing it.'

'Then spin a white blouse through my arms and on top of my shoulders, I will fix my collar. Button everything it up, to a point; tie it up at the bottom so it is snug to my lower ribs. Then I slide a skirt up over my body, zip and button it in the front. I will use the bathroom one last time.'

'Fix my hair for the last time, while looking into my oval bathroom mirror, which is lit from both sides. That is where I do all my makeup. I like to use a nude shade of powder, pink blush on my cheeks, and a soft eyeshadow.'

'Black mascara, I always line the inside of my eyelids too, some girls do not, and they look like a sad raccoon. I use a beautiful light pink lipstick. After all, that I am ready for my day, I must keep my perfect attendance- yeah right. So, then I bound' down over the rickety staircase.'

'While I continue walking out the door of the dwelling of lost and lonely dreams, like always I stroll down the lane of emptiness then wait in the chilled weather for the arrival of the repulsive number 9 yellow bus.'

'The ride on the bus, it is always annoying, to say the least, everybody is staring at me like always. The bus slows to a complete stop many times with its yellow and red flashing lights on and off. To pick up more of them only to drop us all off at the hellhole of shallowness.'

'My day consists of the same schedule: Homeroom, Music, Mathematics, English, Science- Biology, and Gym two days a week or Health, Lunch, History, elective of Family Consumer Sciences, that is a fancy way of saying Home Economics. Study Hall and Library classes if wanted.'

'Someone thought it would be good to play with all of our heads, so everything on that list rotates days and classes- fun, fun, and fun!'

'Yes, 180 days of hell, only 90 more to go I am counting!'

'I remember day 161 one girl a face without a name, tricked me into John Hancock-inga the freshmen hall poster with a blue pan.'

'When all names needed to be in black, big deal, that is what I thought too, I was wrong. The music teacher the one that is an asshole to me, he was the head of that project, and the yearbook it- seems' like he has to have his dirty stubby fingers in everybody's pie. Anyway, the poster was going in the yearbook at some point.'

'He called me out in front of everyone and said sing- 'One of these things is not like the other.' That song is from the show Sesame Street if you do not know.'

'Nevaeh, can you see what is different? Along with Nevaeh, do you not see what you did? Then just after saying that he said. What did you do?' Mr. DeVolcano said.

'He is contemptuously speaking down to me; he was trying to belittle my intelligence. I thought at the time, what is next, are you going to dance down the hall, while clicking your pointed-up feet together, and say- 'Nevaeh sucks, Nevaeh sucks!'

'Therefore, at that moment, I just said photocopy it, and that pissed him off; I would like to say to him to stop wasting my time.'

'Sherry drew the girl, that made the poster for our spirit week; she was upset because I ruined her artwork. I felt bad too, however, she made and new freshmen poster for the class and my name was excluded from it. Which is what everyone wanted in the first place, she was noted for her creativity, yet not me?'

'She could not even draw in my opinion. Yet she has a certain spot in the yearbook at the end of this year, for doing that new sketch poster, whatever.'

'Days like that I feel that my mind is going 1,000,000 miles an hour, visions of the past, present, and future race through my mind. It races, like a train as if I was looking out the window of the car while it is speeding down the line. I am on a track that will never end.'

'I feel that I am going to derail, from this runaway train that I am becoming. I cannot sleep at night, because of the fear inside me.'

'I feel restless, depressed, and loveless as well as not content with myself. I would have to say that my passion for life is gone; my imagination is the only thing that keeps me going.'

'I write the day's events that have gone by in my book of life of all the pastimes, while dreaming of what could have been in it, and besides what has not been in it.'

'If this does not stop, I am going to crack. I look into my mirror, and I do not see me, I see an impression of what I used to be.'

'I see my long brown hair that covers part of my face and covers my blue eyes of emotion. I see the cross around my neck that brings me confidence.'

'I hide behind a smile; I see the body in which nobody thinks is without drought flawless.'

'The bare body that is on touched in all ways, yet I tried to hide behind my makeup. I gasp at my pale skin and the look of my body.'

'I am 95 pounds, really tiny; surely there is someone that would find me attractive?'

'I wonder if I can find someone who can think for themselves. I want someone who will love me, for who I am- and not what they want me to be.'

'Most importantly, I need someone that will not use me. Is that too much to ask for?'

'Fear!'

'Anxiety is something that I have inside, it is the source of the things in which lead to distress. Not finding someone that loves me, for who I am, is some of my fears.'

'I fear the fact that I am most likely going to be alone forever. Another being that everyone that has meaning in my life is fading away from me it seems.'

'I fear not having a family by my side at all times. I have tears about the overwhelming struggle to rebuild my reputation, which has been destroyed.'

'I ask this question if I was to die tomorrow would anybody come to my wake, to see me lying there?'

'I fear what society has done to me. I fear that I have no trust in anyone or anything. I fear that my life has no meaning.'

'I fear that I will never get out of this hell.'

'I just want to start my life and get a degree in nursing someday from- 'The Conemaugh School of Nursing,' if I can make it through all of this. I do not think that is too much ask for or is it?'

'I think that if I could be left alone, with the one that I want. I could have a life; you know what I am sure of it. I fear that the towering entity will never collapse, and the demons will keep playing in my head. I fear that I will never have a social ability, to be part of the nobility of compatibility.'

'I fear that the terror will never stop in these innocent lives like mine, and they will not be saved. I fear that nobody will ever see my creativity or recognized me for the good in which I do for others. I feel like I am the only one left in this world, that I call my life.'

'All the beauty in life has been dejected, and it is all ablaze around me. Yes, I fear to be in the outside realm of things.'

'I want to scream yet no one is going to hear it. I ask- am I becoming institutionalized?'

'Help!'

'I fear the vehicles that follow behind me at night. To this very day, I still fear lightning at night, though I do love to stand in a thunderstorm while completely open to the world.'

'Of course, I know you know that about me already. I fear that the world is becoming like a bunch of androids, with no leader in which to follow.'

'Most of all I fear loneliness!'

'What is a hero?'

'To me, it is someone in my opinion who sticks up for somebody else and does not let someone else's opinions influence what they do.'

'You do not need to have anything to be one, you just need to be a true friend, with eyes that see the truth, ears that listen for what is truthfulness, and a voice that will speak up for you.'

'You know, I think all of us have a hero inside; we just need to let it speak out.'

'For instance, for me, I want him to show his brave, sweet and loving side, absolutely to someone like me, a damsel in distress!'

'What girl doesn't want that?'

'That to me is the true definition of a hero, another person that is helping someone who is unfortunately in need of comforting from another person.'

'Yes, you can have heroes in the forms idolizing human life and cartoons, but I do not recommend that you do.'

'Why would you want to they are not going to help you when you need them?'

'Always do this, do not mistake courage for wisdom; being wise in your choices, it will help you make the right choice.'

'Remember it is better to be sometimes a coward than a dead hero.'

'Make the right choice at the right time, which will please the divine hero.'

'Always help if you can!'

'Remember that your adversaries can help themselves to you at any time, so always be on the lookout for your hero, if you are a damsel in distress like me!'

Top POVs other than Nevaeh

Small town Pennsylvania, Nevaeh May Natalie was born in 1996. Bullied by teachers and students alike, to name some Mr. Mendocino, Mr. DeVolcano all call her to retard and braindead to her in class. Made to be Sped-Ed yet is brilliant. Had child Jaylynn Naztherth, lost child, to suited death at the same school with the same teachers, as she went too. Hold on to a teddy bear, to feel safe, at most times, thumb-sucker, and sad to be regressed in mentalities, to 2nd grade. She love's Lily, before marriage. Nevaeh is mysterious, attractive, and creative. Eyelashes could put you in a trance as she blinked.

She is so petite in her stature, 95 lbs high voice, dislikes school, and her home town. Is jailed for anything and everything. Loves the color pink, and artwork. 8 siblings yet felt alone.

Naddalin Natalie was born, the daughter of Leah and Ray. She had six sisters. She died on July 19, 1995. (Still Born death the same day as birth.) Titus Back is the stepdad, and oversee this child's way.

Chiaz Naztherth was born in 1997. He had one daughter with Nevaeh May Natalie. The sentimental romantic boy- to man, coal mining in the upcoming stories, meets his love in Highschool.

Lily Anderson and her twin sister Nevaeh May were born on July 19, 1995. She had six sisters. Known for her pigtails John Jackson pulling them in class, and being too shy and soft-spoken. Mr. Anderson, take the part of dad. Is dating Nevaeh on and off as a gay girl. Her hobbies include drawing, singing in her church's choir, and braiding her hair with ribbons that match her outfits. picked on by J.A Cowering. Lily is (Sped-ED)

Candy Sheldon, Elizabeth Smith, Megan Davis, Taylor Brown, Joseph Shaw, Kassie Row, Kassie Row, and even the teacher Miss. Stackawitz is a distraction to her, and pick on her daily saying names of slander.

Adriane Amsel was born around 2002, the daughter of Leah. She had one brother and six sisters.

She is a junior in the family. She has black hair with red tips. She has green cat eyes.

She is squat and bumpy, emo-gothic, and a ringleader. She is satanic, manipulating, and brainwashes prey.

Sarah was born, the daughter of Leah. She had one brother and seven sisters. She died in 1997. Death by mother, in shaking / washing machines. Also is The Girl in the Window.

Alissa Amsel was born, the daughter of Leah. She had one brother and six sisters. Is a blonde hair, blue-eyed girl; she cannot weigh any more than one hundred pounds, yet she is taller than most of the boys' kind of gangly looking, the main squeeze, of the girls, bullying gang of the clan sisters, Alissa, she towers in her overall authority, control, and influence, in the society's ranking of a rheostat in the high school, having mom, dad, and grandpop behind every move of taking over. Alissa is a senior the head cheerleader, she makes everyone that she wants to be associated with being her friend, and the ones she does not want to be her fools. A refusal to bow down to her authority, she does everything in her power, to make your life miserable; Alissa is constantly smothering Chiaz Naztherth, with her crazed oversexed clingy on Nevaeh's lover.

Ava Amsel was born on November 19, 2000, the daughter of Leah. She had one brother and six sisters. The takeover of all wicked, she has a crush on Nevaeh, it's not wrong if you are the law,

is a brown-haired girl she, is so petite, yet she is bigger than Nevaeh, athlete, not coordinated, scholarship holder, anybody she wants popular as mating, liar, oversexed, the fourteen-year-old curving object of desire is Nevaeh.

Jaylynn Naztherth was born, the daughter of Nevaeh and Chiaz. Suicide death within her high school, losing a baby within her body. Her mother Nevaeh May passed away in 2010 at the age of 15, yet has angle immoralities.

Devein Chino was born, the son of Leah. He has seven sisters. Death by the hands of his mother, and dad.

Leah Amsel had a child with Ray Jay Natalie and another that was taken away, and many- other than Nevaeh. All the children with other men, 6 girls other Nevaeh, and 1 boy, having kids at a young age. She worked for an orphanage as a caregiver. Lost ownership of all Nevaeh, and her kids.

When Ray Jay Natalie was born in 1957, his mother, Hope was 24 he had one son and four daughters with Leah Amsel he died in 1993 at the age of 36. He likes classic bricks and loved his baby girls.

Benjamin Huber Black was born, the son of Hope Natalie-Black. He had one brother. He died on September 11, 2001, in New York.

Hope Natalie-Black was born in 1933. She had one son in 1957. She died in 2010 at the age of 77. Lost son in the war, took over the part of the mother for Nevaeh.

Grandpa Amsel had one daughter with Masel Amsel. Wartime, given in the Vietnam war, only town cop, PTSD, he was nothing more than a revolutionary and seducer.

Masel Amsel had one daughter with Grandpa Amsel. Owner of a large home with graveyard executes children within orphanage for fun, caretaker of trust by the town, of over 200 kids ages five up to fourteen. Also, the town Meyer, and overseer of all that is population.

Titus Back had a child with Leah, that true- child is unknown. Yet he calls himself the stepdad, to one of the children that Leah had, yet is not sure, yet ends up looking after Naddalin, in the afterlife.

On with the story, Nevaeh has to learn the hard way in everything she does, in this supernatural life.

She has to see everything she was giving up by dying. Nevaeh's tormentors the four Amsel sisters will try to destroy her though-out all the books, as evil angels.

The problem, Nevaeh has a hex of losing everyone she has loved- after her death as punishment, like her baby girl Jaylynn and husband- and all to come, to the point she wants to give up on love altogether- yet that can happen when she is immortal.

The fix, she helps other girls that pass young, that have fallen see their way, in a world of the afterlife of enchantment and wizardry.

Moving on with one of many backstories, Nevaeh's granddaughter finds out true love prevails overall, just like real life. Kristen's grandchild of Nevaeh becomes the new target she is kidnapped- and the hex is passed down the line; however, fate has its twist.

Kristen learns how to fight as a U.S. Marine Corps. Karly and Maggie- and all the other girls in the story are all mixed up teen girls giving their life stories, girlfriends, boyfriends, and dating making out and up, hooking up, and all that makes popular- or not.

One other story that is a backstory to Nevaeh is Karly Barnes, the girl with the blue hair.

Think about all the photos that you post remembering- they just might be your legacy of being nothing more than an internet nudist.

Karly's- secret life on a chat room site- and her love for a girl, and the boy that was nothing, the loser in school, and the one that was everything too- in this story this- girl dies many times until she has an epiphany.

The BFF, Jenny the head of everything makes this girl, and her BFFs do what she asked even if that means giving up on what Karly loves.

The BFF's that like-like each other,

Liv- and Maddie take things to the next leave, on top of school, yet popularity prevails, as more important. The suggestive chat room for girls to be on their backsides becomes Karly's life, yet it's a fast buck and makes her feel wanted and popular. Steamy, juice, wet, raw, hot, lustful, teen girl's lives with dreamy boys, or that wrong but the right girl at the time of why not all out there, just like you.

The moral in the backstory, to explain the front story is, a picture is worth 1,000 words!

The plot of Karly left out- yet only in her mind, she feels at this point- Karly. Who doesn't whom she wants to love? And who loves her- back. Haunted by her past she wants the old days back- when she was a freshmen girl liking a boy and a girl- and not sure on either. The first-ever story about a CAM girl in her teen years of high school, the secret life of an agave teen girl that needs to feel wanted.

Twist in the plot of Nevaeh, Children being locked up for years in the oubliette of a room with others, and finding her new freedom, like with girls of the past too, remembering Lilly imprisonment- with Nevaeh foe, locked in an orphanage of incest and creepy bounding, torched for the joy of her owner- the 4 girl's mother, treated worse than a dog. Nevaeh is broken mentally, emotionally psychologically, and spiritually, the evenly she went mad because I was not there for her. Numbered with ID tag-ring- hanging the privets.

Death, drugs, partying, and anarchy, is all about being popular right- well what it like for Maggie- the one that is not, you'll see both sides of the stories of teen girls and boys that make life just suck.

Backstory, Ray and Karly are on and off- and the cute sweet boy is looking for love to yet, not with Karly.

Liv and Maddie are just being GAY lovers!

They say you fall in love only once but every time, I see her I fall in love with her all over again and again. Dating- fun- drinking- getting high- boys music- friends- not loving mom or dad- or just a dad. Loving too much in one way, and not enough in others. Girls talking about the nasty sex your mom and dad don't know about- end!

Twist, It all started when I opened up a suitcase and found my Dollie… Noah and Rallie and Sam and friends set off on one last adventure to lay the princess's ghost to rest- the ghost of a girl who will not rest until the bone-china doll is buried in her unfilled grave. In middle school now, and if there is a ghost, creepy, and haunting, will it let them go now that it has them in its grab? Is the doll just a doll or something eviler? Noah pop pushes him to give up fantasy, and Noah quits the game of play yet- not all the way.

But then nothing goes according to plan, and as their adventure turns into a larger-than-life voyage, creepy things begin to happen. Their relationship might be over until one of them announces she's been having dreams about the princess. And this creepy creeper dollie!

I am looking at you- it said! Dollie was feeling me!

Backstory, a sweet love story of a nerdy boy and the popular girl! Nothing beats a long passionate kiss at a football game! Or the romp in the band room! Jenny is losing her mind- at this point!

Backstory, of a girl Nevaeh helps,

Haven- Rockville- A boy to girl story, of transgender, and alternative education, over sexual identities.

Haven is held back in school, and made gifted, over her changes, has a hard time fitting in until she meets three triplets, and her life changes dramatically.

The school like all in this long story, is very wrong to those that misunderstand her- and all the others, she is just a girl- that is just trying to find the real girl that she feels that she is on the inside, that she believed always was there.

The BFF's of Haven, one of the triplet girls- that back Havens family- loses a child and have one Haven take her place- in a way for the mother, in the home, even if she is not identical to the others- they all become like sisters.

Naddalin is a young girl who finds the link to the past, is a train that she falls too, in all ways; that is just a possessed as she is by it. The train takes over her body mind and soul, as she starts at wizard schooling, a hidden railway to a new world of good versus evil where all the girls that have passed to young go too before their reasoned; to their new projects to linger within other minds.

The magic starts here, in the afterlife world.

'This is the story of a lover's triangle… It was bad from the start. And it got worse in a hurry.' A steam train for sale- dubbed '13' by its original cantankerous owner- rusting away on a front lawn of their wizard neighborhood.

Her girlfriends know that Naddalin never- ever had much luck in the looks or popularity department, or taken an interest in owning something like this, but 13 quickly changes all that.

She suddenly has the newfound confidence to stick up for herself, going as far as dating the most beautiful girl at the wizard school, and even as a mysteriously restored 13 thoroughly and terrifyingly consumes every aspect of Naddalin life.

Her girls and Leigh soon understand that they must uncover the awful truth behind a steam train, with a horrifying and murderous history. Hell, hath no fury like a woman scorned, and heaven helps anyone who gets in 13 ways… adventure to find a lost railway that links to the past with ghosts that talk with them, on the trip, to find the magic.

Backstory, Marcella a girl that is locked in a room made to write a novel; Anna Kindrick as kidnapped by the same man named Steven- a man that is just nuts who claims to be her biggest fan. Anna, and Marcella- are typed the line in her bed with the laptop. That dies to the outside world.

Note: Naddalin is Nevaeh, in a twist of plot.

Naddalin- celebrate her 14th birthday, then goes back to when she was born. You see, she has lived in her Uncle and Aunt's house. The letter she receives is an acceptance and invitation to study at the Skoufyceol Wizardry school for girls. A dark and wizardry in this world.

Naddalin will learn many things about wizardry from his teachers and Head Masters, and also from the other girls. She will meet and make friends, life, and death, and return to life from death, angels- black and white.

One death won't change a world-mind, I don't want to be another left behind. The mother Mazel of the 4 girls attempts to take over control of the world and Naddalin's mind, body, and soul- over it is now split with Nevaeh- to keep her alive.

Naddalin gives up, one point and is lost, till she finds her way, in the most unlikely of places; A place for you, and a place for me, not quite hell, and never going to be a haven, if your fallen, yet if death is calling what more can it be, then Hells purgatory, all crystal ball holds a life's past, and Emmah final death, hold new life for her lover and best friend, yet well Emmah come back, like the girl we know and love, what the trade-off?

The evil problem is AVA and her Mother, will return and make permanent darkness for one, new girls will be welcomed to the school for girls, a marched around to remember why they're not going down, they have come after a school shooting in their homeland on Earth to this new magical underworld world.

The taking down of the Dark Lord, Naddalin finds a way of having Nevaeh back in her life- and back in the world as a whole girl, as more than just part of Naddalin's mind, they have a love for each other, and trust over everything else. Nevaeh finds her place as GOD, pushing away her past loves do it. God- is a woman? ...In this world she is.

'A story of lingering, liberty, and independence- like this one should not be glossed over, by others and will not, understand me, for the bravery, courage, and valor!'

Nevaeh becomes a deity- of her world, letting go of past demons. Naddalin is now on her own- lost in the body of an Earthy girl named Melisa they find a love for each other, and trust over everything else when she is made the chosen one.

Backstory, young Melisa- the younger in the fight- a star girl- the type that is not wanted in this overridden land- the Star Games and the Famine Wars- a cataclysmic modern-day holocaust, were the balances of life is their hands and in their erranding- a televised bloodbath- with young love- that what is all about- what drives you the most even in death eyes, preteenagers from parts in France are chosen at random to fight to the death. With the hope of young life to keep them alive.

Has a spacy, feeling, and new Earth they say, about starting a new race, on what was left of the old Earth, over the fact that Earth was taken over by bots Impressions of life, and the sun is dead, so to keep life going, Marcella had to find a new home on a plant called FDR, where new life there is not happy with us on are oncoming arrival, yet we have no choice, do we?

Starting a new race on FDR, over the fact that Earth was taken over by bots' impressions, and the sun is dead, so to keep life going Marcella had to find a new home, where new life is not happy here and her on-coming arrivals of us to their planet. 'THE SUN BLEW UP WITHOUT WARNING AND FOR NO APPARENT reason.

A world that all books are not allowed to be read, so they are burnt… and a forbidden love airfare with the CEO. We burn books like most have the burning itch to have un-predicted sex now morning, like the alarm, going off to let me no so… its 7 am… on a Monday- and the year is 3070.

When literature student Marry goes to interview young entrepreneur CEO, she meets an individual who is lovely, dazzling, and intimidating.

The inexperienced, innocent Marry is startled to comprehend she wants this man and, despite his enigmatic reserve, finds she is desperate to get close to him. Unable to resist her quiet beauty, yet feels the need to hide, inner and out beauty, wit, and self-determining spirit, He admits he wants her, too- but on his terms.

The couple embarks on a daring, fervently corporeal affair, she determines the CEO secrets and explores her dark desires and lust for her.

'It was a yearning to burn.' The computers and robots have taken over the world, nobody needs to read any of that shit, or think. Everything is at our fingertips with cell phones, I pad's, and computers, without looking through old dusty pages, plus Its agents the law to think for yourself, and read any books.

The year 3080 which at first appears as a utopian society but is revealed to be a dystopian one as the story progresses with a forbidden love story mixed in. How would you like to live in a grayed-out would of sight- were there no color and feeling has become cold?

The world's darkest enemies have returned, sacrificing her child for love and love for freedom, those, have been part of Nevaeh, that care the most about have been killed for her essences of life to remain, or have found why to trick the minds that are inside there's.

Curses and a dark spell with magic, memories- and minds withering, and time without end make a reunion for eternal void for lost souls. Desperate to break the curse. And in her mission, she gets help from an unexpected source; Nevaeh and Naddalin have gone through countless lives and fought off the world's darkest enemies so they could be together- and that they are, should they be?

Notwithstanding her fierce loyalty, magical talents, and a mysterious past. She's always believed they were soulmates had a true love- and she still believes it to be true. Even as they pull away to save themselves from the darkness dwelling her soul, linking with cultivates stronger become stronger friends- and tests her love for her and all of them, like never- ever before.

Nevaeh and Naddalin's love at this time- stronger than ever- yet death is the thoughts that cannot leave Nevaeh's mind, Naddalin and Nevaeh have body and mind flopped. Bones last test of time. The story of Zoey & Uncle John- and forbidden romance- yet- 'That's Life- no?' Zoey well away way be remembering more than her hometown of Hastings- more than the ones that made her end her life all too soon- and tragically.

A story of- a writer wanting to do the right thing for a man that wants a legacy, a story of a poor and passionate young man falls in love with a young girl, after moving to the U.S of A for Italy, knowing nothing about the ways of the world other the old century and hard work, you will go through this romances novel, finding your way to old age, where all you do is look back and say I did okay- along with saying: 'That's-a life- no?

He well met a young lady, that will give him a sense of freedom. And a new love of life, until the last days of his own. Until the last of hers… Zoey touched my lives including the writers- with her scrapbook- that became timeless- unlike the ones that hated on her- she will be remembered- and they will not.

Middle-grade story heartwarming and feel good along with delightful read. The Shut Generation- (Name can change if needed) Softball team- young girls come together for a summer to make life-lasting memories.

'A coming of age, a story about a girl getting to know herself and her girlfriends- intimately, all over one summer games of softball- they called this… find out why the legendary Babe of the Yankees makes into the story.'

Babe makes his way into the story and looks over girls that did not see I eye to eye come together and play like girls in a game of summertime ball every night even if their girls, they changed thoughts of man, that girls can play just as hard as boys!

That a young girl can love a girl and not be judged, by a town, and even if they would not care, and the memories would last a lifetime and more, the uniforms may have faded like the photos yet not, the flashbacks, of a summer love over softball. A story on the same lines as The Sandlot, a bunch of girls getting together for summer to play softball 2 girls that are interested in becoming more than just friends is kind of the plot, leads into lifelong memories sadness regret in remembrance of all things pass.

Backstory, Babe Ruth- grandchild is in the story as well as the grandfather of one of the girls in the children who give the title of the story and the generation that was coming up. Tween book, 'A coming of age, a story about a girl getting to know herself and her girlfriends- intimately, all over one summer game of softball- they called this… find out why the legendary.

The Babe makes his way into the story and looks over girls that did not see I eye to eye come together and play like girls in a game of summertime ball every night even if their girls, they changed thoughts of man, that girls can play just as hard as boys! That a young girl can love a girl and not be judged, by a town, and even if... they would not care, and the memories would last a lifetime and more, the uniforms may have faded like the photos yet not, the flashbacks, of a summer love over softball.

The Shut Generation- Softball team our young girls coming together for a summer to make life-lasting memories. These girls are now here with us, and they would like to share their story with you.

Backstory, Andy is a wired yet bright teenager who is nerdy- and looks and meek demeanor to the others in his class- he makes himself a favorite target her is a dream girl and also the one that doesn't get him. His life at school seems to improve when he befriends Jaylynn, a cute new girl who becomes his fast love interest, she protects him from harassment. In final an effort to impress her they both fall deep- and fast in cute love, trusting in each other- for what they both need.

Backstory, Jaylynn Fairytale- One apron a time there, was once an ironic gentleman whose wife lay sickening, with cancer, and when she felt her finish coming, and portrayal close… she christened- to her only daughter to come near her bed, and said: 'darling teenager, be moral, ethical, honest and virtuous, and God, and the one above, that using the phrase all the days, will always take care of you, in times of low; and, I will look down upon you from heaven high, and will be with you, till the end of your days.'

Backstory, moments that Would not Fade- Every summer, Kristin, Poppy, and Gram live in Gram's house on stands in Ridgeway, near the water. Kristin lives in the Highlands, in a small town, with her father and her grandmother- formally orphaned- and looking for a home and has nothing but snapshots of the past to look back on. Kristin's mother died when Kristin was a very small girl, but Kristin is content to be who and where she is- along with moments that will not fade.

Backstory, Martrace 'Hope' Dicksnoter- is a young sweet, smart, young girl who is not loved, yet shows that she is a brain. She finds a home with a teacher and gets what she has always wanted a loving family. 'It just someday in some year- in 1921- she was let in the back of the 1918 Buick Pick up with a wood bed- and was forgotten about even if it was her birthday,' A very gifted girl forced to put up with a crude, distant father and mother, Worse, the evil principal at her school is a terrifyingly strict bully. However, when she realizes she has the power books, she begins to defend her friends from wrath and fight back against her unkind parents.

Why is it a 10-year-old named: Bryana must end this way? A story that is touching, and well make you cry- as you read about this young life that ends too soon, yet young love is what keeps it all together. It was a fight to keep going, yet she did- with the hope of her love in her life… she passed happy, know that she had everything she ever wanted.

Neveah is having times where she has remembrances of all things past, that led into flashbacks and then also lingering in otherworldly remembrance.

The backstory to the magical world,

Savannah- A mermaid princess living in secret on land- on what was once Earth- now left dark and mysterious, and the sea foaming in a trance green, are mermaid has ended up inadvertently merged to her insufferable fellow citizen, instead of the boy of her dreams. Overworlds in one can be two.

Note on book 71, working as of late, a world war is coming and pandemics.