My Story World

10:03:33 PM EDT

James Jokene was a British man.  Ana loved him the first time she laid eyes on him.  Three years later, Tyra Torrefronjamark started high school.  Tyra got a phone call from Ana...she needed to speak with Sherrie, Tyra's mother.  When she came on the phone, Ana said, "I have a confession to make.  It's hard to say this, but...I'm...I'm..."  "Yes?" Sherrie said.
"I'M CHEATING ON LATRELE."
Tyra heard the phone drop to the floor and Sherrie screaming in the background.  When Sherrie picked the phone back up, she cried, "Are you kidding me?  Ana, are you crazy?  You're married!"
"I know," said Ana, now crying.
"I can't believe you, Ana!", shouted Sherrie.  "You bad woman!  I must tell Latrele!"
"Please don't!", Ana screamed.
But it was too late.  Sherrie had already made up her mind.

to be continued...

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10:08:36 PM EDT

I know a simple girl in a small town called Intido.  Her name was Tyra Torrefronjamark, she was poor, but her grand daddy was rich.  Her parents got divorced.  So now if her grand daddy was there she would be rich like Britney Spears.  So she wondered every now and then what her grand daddy was doing. 

Tyra's mom, Sherrie Torrefronjamark is a hair dresser, she does it fine.  She did a lady's hair for a wedding--it was pretty.  The lady she did it for, Ana Littreda Litana Litoray.  She had gotten married to Latrele Litoray Corvon,  but she loved someone else.  It was...

To Be Continued.......

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9:54:37 AM EST

"Why are you here?", asked Clara.  The fairy godmother look puzzled.  "Didn't you get the invitation?" she said.  "What invitation?", Clara questioned.  The fairy godmother explained that The Grand Cotillion Ball was tonight, and she had sent Clara the invitation weeks ago.  "Never mind that," said the fairy godmother.  "We need to get you a dress, but my fairy dust isn't working that well."  Clara spoke up.  "I have a dress!"  Clara ran upstairs and grabbed the white gown her mom had made for her.  "Perfect!" said the fairy godmother.  "Let's go!"  And off they flew to the ball.

When they got there, Clara and the fairy godmother were standing outside.  The fairy godmother remembered something.  "Oops!  I almost forgot.  You need a date!  Stand back..."  Then she waved her wand, and said, "A MYSTICAL MAGIC--MAKE THE MAN BE FANTASTIC!"  Poof!  Out of nowhere, a handsome man appeared.  "Where am I?" he said.  Clara replied, "At the Grand Cotillion Ball.  What's your name?"  "Prince Richard, but you can call me Rick," he said.  The fairy godmother interupted them.  "You two are going to be late!  Let's go!"  So inside they went.

to be continued...

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10:43:25 PM EST

Once upon a time, there was a princess named Clara.  She lived in a big pink castle.  She loved to play dress up, especially with the nice white gown that her mom made for her.  It was Christmas time, and her brother, Tommy, ate the gingerbread men off the house.  She had a ballerina ornament that her Aunt Draslemyer gave to her on her birthday.  When her aunt came, she always told Clara stories about her trips all over the world.  She told Clara she danced with a king, and sailed over the Great Wall of China.  Aunt Draslemyer gave Clara and Tommy a toy, but Clara didn't play with it.

One night, Clara saw something magical happening--the vent in her room opened and fairy dust came out.  Ding-dong!  It's midnight, the clock said.  Clara opened her eyes, and she saw nothing.  She was dreaming!  She went downstairs, and the Christmas tree had a glow coming from behind it.  Clara looked behind the tree.  "Hello?" she said.  There was something there.  "What are you?" Clara asked.  "I'm your fairy godmother," the lady said.  "WHAT?", Clara exclaimed.  "No, it can't be!"  "Yes, it's true," said the fairy godmother.

to be continued...

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10:42:37 PM EST
This is Lexi's story journal--her creative outlet.  She writes the stories...I'm just here to type, edit, spellcheck, etc.  So enjoy!  And don't forget to comment--I think she'd like the feedback!

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