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Mon, 04 Dec 2006 01:19:08 GMT

Sex In The Courtyard:
Story Of My Senior Year

For some people, growing up is hard. They're forced to endure situations from living in the wrong neighborhood, to living with people who don't care for them.

Fortunately for me I wasn't one of those kids. I lived a sheltered life. Albeit, a life that included multiple houses and four different high schools, but still convinently

sheltered from the perils of reality. My father was a Marine for twenty-six years, I've hardly known any other life. So naturally, he demanded a strictly run household

and forced my five siblings and me to run P.T. (physical training) at five o'clock in the morning. Right? Isn't that how it works in all the stories? Not this story.

Because this story is about real life, and that just doesn't happen in real life. My dad was always like any other dad. Or at least thats how I felt during my childhood,

surely everyones dad played the dictionary game and taught them to dip french fries in their Wendy's frosites. (see what I mean, sheltered). I felt the same way about my

mother. She made every new house into a home and continuously opened our minds to different worlds through reading and learning about other cultures.

I couldn't have asked for better parents.

What I didn't realize then was how lucky I was to have them.

AN:

Due to my schedule I am only able to update in short segments. Please let me know if the story becomes to choppy.

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Sun, 03 Dec 2006 03:08:16 GMT

I'm normally on fictionpress for my writing but i decided to move here too.

I'll start posting soon, when I get some momentum on my current story.

My hope is that I'll be able to finish this story before I give up on it which I

usually end up doing.

-[kacee]-

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