You Must Be Poor. Why? Cuz Ur

Are You Nervous About No Longer Being A Big Fish In A Small Pond?

After Each Dream, Frankie Woke With A Start, Soaked In Tears. But She Found No Relief In The Peaceful Silence Of Her Room, Because There Everything Was Real. And The Guilt Was Too Immense To Bear. Each Time She Opened Her Eyes, She'd Quickly Shut Them. And Wish That She Had Woken Up For The Very Last Time.

My Goal Is To Teach Readers How To Treat And Respect Themselves And Each Other In An Entertaining Way. I Do That In All Of My Books.

This Is A Combo Between Taco And Burrito, Nacho!

Because Whipping An Atlas At Jackson's Head While He Was Flirt-touching That Frankie Girl In Geography Would Have Been Very Satisfying. And Beating Him With The Eiffel Tower Snowglobe While He Kissed Cleo In French Would Have Been Tres Cathartic. But She Hadn't. Instead She'd Been Egg-like: A Hard Shell On The Outside, And A Runny Mess On The Inside.