"I'm Maren Zo? Johns, Mrs. Pinklets," I answered hercurtly.However she didn't let me off that easy. "Why don't you tell us where youare from, Miss Joh...s."Now I was in even more trouble. I could feel the attention of the boyslooking anxiously at me. 'Why did she pick me out?' "I'm sorry Mrs.Pinklets, but I don't want to talk about it, as my parents had a rathernasty divorce."Fortunately, she let up at that, and choose another student to talk abouthimself. At lunch break I explored the cafeteria.. This fey, elderly Englishman was more than met the eye. He leaned forward to kiss Xavier on the nose and pushed the boy gently off his lap. At the same time Rayne made a move, rolling smoothly to his feet and sauntering sleepily across the terrace, running his fingers through Xavier’s hair as he passed Lord Warren. Xavier felt the pull, like a tug on an invisible leash, and he got up to follow Rayne, admiring the sleek naked backside in front of him as he did. ‘We should go out tonight then,’. She didnt let go of my hair and began to pull at it. Now she had clumps of hair in her hand while I choked her. You whores child. I said while punching her with my left hand. Fucking unloved bitch! I said with a loud back hand that echoed out around us. You dare lay a hand on me? I slammed her into the roof with so much force it shooked the air around us. Youll die a countless amount of deaths before you beg me to rip your pathetic worthless life out of the fabric of existence! I said with one. Even though the police told her not to worry, and her parents were there for her, she was becoming more and more terrified.This was a great site! You could write so many things. She loved to write children's stories and science fiction. This was going to be so much fun! And her parents had checked it out and given the okay. Now she had submitted two stories and they had been accepted. And people seemed to like her stories. It was very gratifying for a girl of sixteen. She was certain now that.