Gaby Book 5 - Bits Chapter *5* Moving Home by Maddy Bell

 
 
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Christina couldn't stand the devilish look on her aunt's face. "I know," Christina explained, "I got up early to cook something for lunch." She looked pleadingly towards Misha in the hopes she would let the subject drop.

Christina had reached an entirely new stage of embarrassment; she could feel heat pulsating throughout her entire body. "Aunt Misha, I know what you're thinking, but it's not like that at all," Christina protested.

This story dedicated to my kids, who keep me young despite my age.

This story dedicated to Jezzi Belle, whose pursuit of the truth keeps me on my toes. May your fire never dim, sister.

This story dedicated to Rebecca Anne Stewart, a true fan and fighter. May the sun always shine in her life.

What have I gotten myself into now? Brenda wondered. Two years ago I was just a surfer dude without a care in the world. Look at me now: standing at the sink in high heeled boots, in an apron, cutting lettuce and trying to make my boyfriend’s mother like me. Where did I go wrong?
 

This story dedicated to my lovely and understanding wife, who puts up with my unusual hobby. For I am truly blessed to have someone like her beside me to lean on.

This story dedicated to Mindy, the founding mother of Fictionmania. If it weren't for her insight and hard work, we would all be much poorer. She spent thousands of dollars of her own money and time to keep FM running - and all I have to repay her with is this story, and my gratitude.
Thanks Mindy!

This story is a dedication to Kelly, for without her stories we would all be the poorer.

This story is dedicated to my father, who never understood my need to be Kelly. Despite our problems, I know he loved me even though he didn't tell me the way I wanted him to. I miss you dad. Thank you for caring for me when I didn't care about myself. (With tears in my eyes)

This story dedicated to The Professor, whose Ovid stories and support inspired me to write the Andersonville series. Helping a fellow writer is what makes our community so strong.

This story dedicated to Beverly, who owns and maintains Beverly's Balcony. Her creative insight and hard work has made her web page a favorite of mine. Thank you for allowing us a place to post our stories, Beverly.

This story dedicated to Crystal, for her unselfish and generous devotion in providing a place (Crystals Story site) for writers like myself to share their stories with others.

Synopsis:

Why do events that cause issues always occur?

In this chapter, Madam Martinique is called away to deal with an emergency, leaving Billie and Tod alone with whomever might be running the commissary. There we learn about Billies connection with his sister, how it leads (indirectly) to him being caught shoplifting, and see the beginnings of what may turn out to be his first crush.

Madam Martinique's Finishing School - Part 3
Copyright 2007 by Heather Rose Brown
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This story dedicated to Gwendolyn Ann Smith for her, "Remembering our dead" web page at http://www.gender.org/remember. It's a place dedicated to our TG brothers and sisters who were murdered at the hands of others due to hate and intolerance. On the average, one (1) TG person is murdered each month. Would you take a moment to visit the site, bow your head, say a prayer for our fallen brothers and sisters, and remember what we are fighting for - the right to be treated as any other human being. Also, if you have a moment, would you please drop Gwendolyn a note and tell her how much you appreciate her maintaining this site. Thank you.

This story is dedicated to my TS brothers and sisters, who have the guts to stand up to the world and say, "I'm not going to live a lie anymore."

This story is dedicated to the volunteers and workers of AA (Alcoholics Anonymous) and other related, drug rehab programs.

This story dedicated to Mathew Shepherd, who lives in the hearts of all open-mind people.

Anderpaul placed his hands on the fallen girl's head. He began to use his energy to heal her. Slowly her eyes fluttered open. She put her hand to her wounded chest, groaning.

"Are you ok, my love?" Anderpaul asked tenderly receiving a nod from the girl. "Good, now I will make those vermin pay for this.

As Anderpaul made to get up, Keeli knew she had one shot at putting an end to his reign of brutality, and save her friends. She pulled him back down to her and he looked questioningly into her eyes. She put her hands on his chest and summoned all her energy. There was a thunderclap as he went transonic before slamming into the wall some forty feet distant with such force the stone of the wall cracked.

Abby shrugged and continued, "Not a word of that, but they did say you two made quite the couple on the dance floor."

"Yeah," Christina admitted with a sneer, "There might have been some dancing."

"If Richard took you to the Clairmont, then he must have you in his sights."

"Is that his thing?" Christina asked.

Abby leaned in and warned, "That Richard Masters is one smooth talker. I swear he has dated more girls than a crocodile has teeth!"

"You don't say."

"Just watch your back, Sugar. He's not one for settling down."

"Oh I will," Christina assured. "I've seen him in action. I'm sure he has all the girls eating out of his hand. But I'm not all the girls. I'm not... even one girl."

This story is based on the story called, "I, my sister" and was written by Diana Christy (07/97). I would like to thank Diana for allowing me to use parts of her story in mine. I would also like to thank Arcee and Darkside for their support and suggestions that I needed to finish this story. A special thanks to Elaine for all her hard work in proofing the story and her suggestions on a number of different issues. I couldn't have written this story without their support. Thanks guys!

        Doing her best to pretend that nothing was wrong, Christina spent most of Friday helping Misha and Nina with household chores. Her attempts to savor her time with Misha and Nina were crushed by their concerned looks. When she looked into their faces, all she saw was worry. The women carried on all day, making small talk and doing chores. None of them dared to address the complications that that were tearing Christina in two.

        Christina felt utterly lost. Had she ever felt so disconnected? Perhaps, when Amy had dumped her, but this was far worse. There was no way she could hold on to her family, and she doubted that even her gift, if Andrei could pull it off, would mend the rift that had formed between her and Alek.