I Was A Terrible Athlete And A

I Was A Terrible Athlete And A Pretty Bad Student. I Couldn't Focus. My Imagination Was Always Racing.

Because Whipping An Atlas At Jackson's Head While He Was Flirt-touching That Frankie Girl In Geography Would Have Been Very Satisfying. And Beating Him With The Eiffel Tower Snowglobe While He Kissed Cleo In French Would Have Been Tres Cathartic. But She Hadn't. Instead She'd Been Egg-like: A Hard Shell On The Outside, And A Runny Mess On The Inside.

You Must Be Poor. Why? Cuz Ur Not Making Any Cents!

She Didn't Mind A Little Rain. At Least No One Would See Her Cry.

My Goal Is To Teach Readers How To Treat And Respect Themselves And Each Other In An Entertaining Way. I Do That In All Of My Books.