What A Wonderful World To Be Sweet 16
chapter one: WonderWall
YOU ARE READING THE FILES OF JU-LEE
"Paige what are you doing? We shouldn't be reading these disks."
"Ya want to find out what's botherin' Lee don't 'cha?"
"Yeah but ..."
"Well, then shut up and read, Ev."
Bishop was right, I truly am the last X-man. Well, the last one alive that is.
Now I'm stuck in the same body I left in. That of a plain fifteen year old Asian girl but if you must really know I am really 21 at least if you start from the age I was when I left. Other wise I'm much much older. As old as I feel. So I'm 21 and the birth mother of one.
My son Jo Wa, his father - my husband, and Tristin Thunder Heart had all died in my arms. I know that it was real because I have every piece of the blood sobbed clothing I was wearing, locked up in my old wooden chest in the attic.
I remember the first time I met Tristen. I was feeling as low as one could feel without being dead and that's pretty low, when a girl popped out of nowhere saying that she needed my help. So what was I supposed to do say no? Like I has a choice. The next thing I knew I'm in the middle of some old western like dances with wolves, feeling very Kevin Kosnery.
I'm sitting there thinking Lee what do you say to seven Baldwin's with bow and arrows pointed at your head and they all bring new meaning to the term 'Go Native'?
chapter one: WonderWall
YOU ARE READING THE FILES OF JU-LEE
"Paige what are you doing? We shouldn't be reading these disks."
"Ya want to find out what's botherin' Lee don't 'cha?"
"Yeah but ..."
"Well, then shut up and read, Ev."
Bishop was right, I truly am the last X-man. Well, the last one alive that is.
Now I'm stuck in the same body I left in. That of a plain fifteen year old Asian girl but if you must really know I am really 21 at least if you start from the age I was when I left. Other wise I'm much much older. As old as I feel. So I'm 21 and the birth mother of one.
My son Jo Wa, his father - my husband, and Tristin Thunder Heart had all died in my arms. I know that it was real because I have every piece of the blood sobbed clothing I was wearing, locked up in my old wooden chest in the attic.
I remember the first time I met Tristen. I was feeling as low as one could feel without being dead and that's pretty low, when a girl popped out of nowhere saying that she needed my help. So what was I supposed to do say no? Like I has a choice. The next thing I knew I'm in the middle of some old western like dances with wolves, feeling very Kevin Kosnery.
I'm sitting there thinking Lee what do you say to seven Baldwin's with bow and arrows pointed at your head and they all bring new meaning to the term 'Go Native'?