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• The Tale Of Amayr.   Chapter 2

  Amayr, signifying the crown, I wasn't feeling like someone who had a shoe, talk more of a crown. The name brings back memories, bad and good memories, memories of the time my mother would look at me so lovingly and the word would roll out of her mouth like butter on honey, or when my father would lift me on his shoulders and show everyone his beautiful little amayr, memories that best reamain what they are, memories. Tina and I walked along the rough pavement. Let me rephrase that; Tina walked, I scurried painfully with a lot of difficulty after her, she hadn't uttered another word after asking for my name and i was left wondering what was going through her mind. The way she walked was sexy, not pink lace and red bottom sexy, it was like sexy with a swagger, like how you'd describe the strikingly handsome but mysterious bad boy in your school, complete with the leather jacket. She had a nice stature too,

• The Tale Of Amayr.   Chapter 1

  The day my mother left was the day everything started, well, I hoped she was my mother. That was the day I grew up, the sixteen years old sweetheart of the house suddenly had to look after a drunkard father and a twin siblings. My father wasn't always a drunkard, there was a time he was a charming gentleman, the perfect daddy figure, he was even running for councillor. But then he got duped, then he started drinking, then he lost focus at work, then he got fired, then he became depressed, then he started gambling, then he used up all his fortune, then we got kicked out of the mansion because he used it as collateral for a loan he couldn't pay back, then we started living under the bridge, then mother left us for another man and here we are. My mother wasn't a cruel woman, If I were in her shoes I'd do the same thing, or maybe i wouldn't, maybe I won't be cold enough to abandon my ten years old twins, a sixteen

• The Tale Of Amayr.   Chapter 1

  The day my mother left was the day everything started, well, I hoped she was my mother. That was the day I grew up, the sixteen years old sweetheart of the house suddenly had to look after a drunkard father and a twin siblings. My father wasn't always a drunkard, there was a time he was a charming gentleman, the perfect daddy figure, he was even running for councillor. But then he got duped, then he started drinking, then he lost focus at work, then he got fired, then he became depressed, then he started gambling, then he used up all his fortune, then we got kicked out of the mansion because he used it as collateral for a loan he couldn't pay back, then we started living under the bridge, then mother left us for another man and here we are. My mother wasn't a cruel woman, If I were in her shoes I'd do the same thing, or maybe i wouldn't, maybe I won't be cold enough to abandon my ten years old twins, a sixteen

• The Tale Of Amayr.   Prologue.

  The day my mother left was the day everything started, well, I hoped she was my mother. That was the day I grew up, the sixteen years old sweetheart of the house suddenly had to look after a drunkard father and a twin siblings. My father wasn't always a drunkard, there was a time he was a charming gentleman, the perfect daddy figure, he was even running for councillor. But then he got duped, then he started drinking, then he lost focus at work, then he got fired, then he became depressed, then he started gambling, then he used up all his fortune, then we got kicked out of the mansion because he used it as collateral for a loan he couldn't pay back, then we started living under the bridge, then mother left us for another man and here we are. My mother wasn't a cruel woman, If I were in her shoes I'd do the same thing, or maybe i wouldn't, maybe I won't be cold enough to abandon my ten years old twins, a sixteen