A/N: Hi. This is my attempt at a sequel. It won't make sense unless you've read How To Tell Him. Thanks for reading!
Who am I?
That question is fair.
I appear to be twenty, but truly I am eighty-three.
My mother was an elf, my father a human.
I have been ridiculed, abandoned, but most of all loved
By people above and below ground.
I fit nowhere.
Not Haven, Atlantis, nor anywhere under the sun.
My brothers know the same pain, as does my mother.
My daughter, my baby, will not have the same fate as I.
She is a darling, an angel, beloved, as her name claims
Aimee. But who am I?
My name is Kamiara Diana Fowl, and this is my story.
Awesome! 102 words exactly. Review, and I give you a cookie*.
*Authoress's offer for cookie is meant purely as a bribe to encourage you to read and comment on her sad attempts at poetry. Chances of receiving said cookie are incredibly slim. Please refer to page 146, paragraph 4, line 6 of The Evil Authoress's Guide to getting reviews for full details. Please, also refer to Authoress's legal council, Mr. Lionel Hutz. (Simpson's reference!!! W00T!)