The fodder of fairy tales and romance novels and she said, "Looks like Kimmy's got it!"I tried to think this through. Analyze it. Reason it out. I do ...hat with a lot of the subject matter at school. It works then and it works very well. I skipped two grades and I run almost a 4.0 average in high school.So I lay there the second night that I knew Tim and I asked myself why. "Why not?" is not the answer one expects from one's analytical mind, but I kept getting that.My Tim. I saw him bare-chested. He was about to speak when a female reaper stormed into the room. “Where are they?” She snapped. Rayne stared at her. The girl was beautiful, long fiery red hair, crystalline grey eyes and a pert nose peppered with freckles. Rayne knew her name was Amaranth. Amaranth strode closer until Rayne had to tip her head back to look her in the eye. She was tall, her long legs clad in shiny black pants that matched the low-cut halter top barely cover her round breasts. Jet-black wings pressed against. I spent nearly 2 hours getting my hair and make-up perfect! My mum and sister complimented how pretty I looked as I walked through the kitchen. I walked into the garage. I knew my dad would be there. When he is not at work he is either in the kitchen drinking tea or pottering about in the garage. The garage door was open and the sun beamed and lit up the cold damp room. He was standing in the rays talking to pervert Pete from next door. Pete was a strange retired old man in his late sixties, he. !- Oh, Camille ma ch?rie, qu'est-ce qu'il y a!- JE SUIS PAS TA CHERIE! JE SUIS TON FILS!- Pardon Camille! Viens me voir!- NON!Il courut jusqu'? sa porte et s'enferma pour emp?cher sa m?re de lesuivre.- Qu'est-ce qu'il y a Camille? Parle-moi!- C'est ta faute, tout ?a! C'est ta faute!- Mais qu'est ce qu'il y a, ?a c'est mal pass? ? l'?cole? On t'a encoreemb?t??- Non...- C'est tes copains? Tes copines?- Non...- Le foot alors?- (silence)- Qu'est-ce qu'il s'est pass? au foot? Raconte? Tu peux tout.