Story of ' A Girl Named, Grey'
 
Part 2
 
What should i do?
After he took mine?
and now, guess what.
He leaves me alone!
ya, he, santiago, a j*rk-d*mn-st*p*d man. i'm sorry to say that.
Now, what should i do?
come back home? nope!
i bet my parents will kill me.
find santiago? NO WAY!
i'm sure he's already gone from France.
so, what else?
Oh God help me!
 
*crying*
 
wait, i have one more chance..
maybe i should leave alone. yah, alone and become a lonely girl..
take care of this baby alone..
and find money for his milk alone..
and become a mother, alone..
ok, i think i'll take my life on my way, live alone on france..
bye, nightlife..
 
regrets,
Grey Anne Tommies

I remember,

And the princess walked her foot. She was found a door. A door that delivered her to the end of the world..
 
The DOC
What more could one expect
Of something new?
 
A feast of saints and sinners
A home spun web of old beginnings,
This new world holds the most collective stew
For what indeed
Could match this popery.
 
Here the immigrant is plentiful,
the pagan Indian colorful,
This America seemed the ideal spot for me.
The German and the Irish flock here
With hope and family,
The melody of language fills the streets,
Like myself, there are the French
Who bring their old world common sense
While the Spanish bring their fine nobility.
Here the tribal garb, the manners
Of the free people of colour
Seems strange to me
When others are enslaved.
 
This New Orleans, this melting pot
Is overflowing with cast offs
Who've been dragged or freely came across the waves.
And here there's (unable to hear lyric) as they shout out the windows
 
'Welcome to the new world
Of the Cajun and the Creole.
Welcome to the new World.
(Unable to hear lyric) Europeans
Shake loose your prior shackles
For some good old superstition.
Welcome to the new world.
For a wealth at new beginnings.'
 
This port is filled with sailors
That on drunkenness and leachery
Who captor tavern filled with whores and rum
While priests run rampant blessing
Any malcontent confessor.
It's apparent they're outnumbered by the scum.
The poet and the artist
Find these mean streets most romantic,
Enchanted by the bourgeois
It's a civilized debauchery
A society built on sorcery
Who could inspire the most illiterate of beasts
And here's there's... as they shout out the windows
 
'Welcome to the new world
Of the Cajun and the Creole.
Welcome to The New World.
(Unable to hear lyric) Europeans
Shake loose your prior shackles
For some good old superstition.
And welcome to the New World
For a wealth at new beginnings.'
 
So I think for me a mansion
On some reputable plantation
Would well besuit this nouvelle pioneer.
For I'm sold upon this city
And the grand old Mississippi
and the variations of cuisine that are here
(Laughter)
 
(Bell tolling)

This is just for fun. i didn't make it full-fill. and im sure, you'll be ILFEEL

Story of "A Girl Named, Grey"
 
Part 1
 
G: Me
S: Santiago (My Boy)
 
G: I know what you did to me!
S: What? What did i do? oh ya! i did it with you!
G: and then?
S: and? its over you know!
G: you should marry me!
S: what? what did you say? MARRY YOU?! gahahaha! Oh Gosh! i dont even think i can do it with a girl like you
G: what do you mean?
S: listen, grey. i dont really have a chemistry with you, right. honestly, i have a wife! and i love her! i decided my life to her. NOT YOU! i cant marry you.
G: WHAT?! *SLAP* so who am i on you?
S: you? only a little stupid girl who is really easy to give her life to a man like me. hahaha
G: LIAR! *slap* *cry*
S: STOP DOING THAT OR I WILL KILL YOU! now, i have to go, bye then. *close the door*
G: *cry*
 
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to be continued

Love you, mom. You are the best woman in the universe, cause you let me know the heart. You are the richest person, cause you have lots of softness and kindness. You are the poorest person, cause you gave anything to your child.. Love you, mom..

I love him ^.^