He’s just a country boy and she’s a city gal. How was it possible that two people from such different worlds could be in love?
Dani is unwillingly spending her summer in Wakefield, South Carolina. On her first day in South Carolina, she runs into a boy at the airport and breaks her favorite pair of heels. A couple days later she meets the charming Brad Montgomery, the same boy from the airport. Dani immediately dislikes him, and is unwilling to accept his apology. It’s going to take more than his famous southern charm for Brad to win this girl over.
When Dani’s cousin Blair asks Brad to become Dani’s friend and help her adjust to the summer, he can’t say no. Once they get past the bad first impressions, they start to become friends, and then a little more than friends. When Dani finds out that Brad didn’t originally want to be her friend, will she be able forgive him, especially when she might have feelings for him?
When Dani’s cousin Blair asks Brad to become Dani’s friend and help her adjust to the summer, he can’t say no. Once they get past the bad first impressions, they start to become friends, and then a little more than friends. When Dani finds out that Brad didn’t originally want to be her friend, will she be able forgive him, especially when she might have feelings for him?
Will her feelings for him even matter anymore when she gets a chance to make her dreams of being an actress come true? Can a city gal and a country boy truly be happy together? This story is full of love, romance, drama, heartache, dreams, friendship, and family. Best of all…Southern Charm.
POETRY
I took a creative writing class recently, and one of the hardest units for me to do was poetry. I had to break away from my usual form and try something new. Here are some of the poems I wrote.
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I glide along
It’s smooth and hard
The blades cut sharply
I turn and twirl
Jump and spin
The cold is visible in the air we breathe
Hot and breathless
I keep moving
The music runs through my veins
My mind is thinking only of what move comes next
Not of the crowd
Not of the judges
Not of the medals
Only of what I must do next
Keeping pace with the music
Going and going
My heart is ready to beat out of my chest
I’m almost done
Just a little bit more
I push myself farther
The final move
I drop my arms and my head
As the music comes crashing to an end
Dear…
I wish I could ask if it hurts you the way it hurts me
Does your chest feel tighter and tighter when you think of me?
Do our memories play like a movie reel?
Never-ending and in slow motion
Over and over it plays
Sometimes the same memory, sometimes a new one
Inescapable and awful
Yet wonderful, maybe more bittersweet
I wish to hear your voice, but every time I do I breakdown
Some days I’m able to improve and make progress
Other days I barely want to move and the pain immobilizes me
Is that too dramatic
You always said I was a drama queen
And pessimistic
Can’t you understand why now?
You were no different,
My dear…
The Box
Is a box
Just an ordinary brown box
The kind that Avon products come in
Taped shut
The words “Do Not Open” and “Fragile”
Are scribbled across the lid
No one questions the contents
For they all know
Inside is two and a half years
Well more like 28 months to be exact
Ticket stubs, letters and cards
Trinkets and porcelain dolls
A ring, actually two
A purity ring, True Love Waits etched into it
They decided that it didn’t have to mean for marriage
But for a day when they could be together
She never admits that the ring started to split
After she gave him everything
The other ring, cheap and many sizes too small,
It was a symbol of his love, a promise to love her forever
Promises are meant to be broken
Even a ring doesn’t make it stronger
The box holds the physical evidence of their relationship
But the memories are still trapped in her mind
She can’t box them up
Tape them tightly shut
And hide them away
Oh, how she wishes she could
