by Martina Boone | Jun 29, 2010 | Imported from AYAP
I was in the kitchen flipping blueberry pancakes on the griddle when I saw her for the first time. Well, it wasn’t quite that I saw her at first, but I felt her. The hairs on my arms prickled up, the air pressure in the room dropped like it does just before an... by Martina Boone | Jun 29, 2010 | Imported from AYAP
He just didn’t get it. The cute new guy in the desk next to mine kept waving at me. Normally that wouldn’t be a problem, but during one of Mr. Bhatia’s math tests it was a total don’t. I risked a glance to the front of the classroom. Our teacher focused on the back... by Martina Boone | Jun 29, 2010 | Imported from AYAP
How does this start again? Oh right…Once Upon A Time, (notice the capital letters) there lived a king and queen of a quaint little country. It used to be vast and plentiful, but much of it was sold off to cover the king’s gambling debts as well as the queen’s fondness... by Martina Boone | Jun 29, 2010 | Imported from AYAP
I can’t believe I found you! And I thought the Ides of March were ‘sposed to be bad luck or something. But when Tamiko and me were surfing the net during guided study today and saw your picture on your website, I knew you had to be my dad’s older brother. And it’s not... by Martina Boone | Jun 29, 2010 | Imported from AYAP
After high school, we were going to move to Austin. We were going to forego college and get a tiny, unglamorous apartment that would barely hold our bodies and our instruments. Bit by bit, we told ourselves, we’d break into the business. We wouldn’t be...
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