This Is Me. Hello there fellow reader. My name is Libbie. In fact, my name is really Elizabeth, however Libbie is my nickname. Yes, Libbie is usually spelt with a "Y" or even just an "I". My mum decided to make me different and give a unique, new way to spell it! 10 years ago, I had a home birth. I don't want to say exactly which house because the family that now lives there definitely wouldn't tolerate it at all. Anyway, when I grew older I began to talk and draw and tell stories to everyone that I made up. I enjoyed this very much. Soon I discovered a computer, a device where I could type my stories. By the time I was 7, I knew my keyboard and could type pretty fast! It was a joy using Microsoft PowerPoint and Word to tell tales of princesses, dreamers, readers, animals and even some orphans! When I was 9, I got a funny and jolly teacher. He respected my writing and thought I was talented. I never believed him until other children began saying it to. From then on, I would write everyday. Not just at school, but anywhere! Once I'd got an app on my dad's iPad called Opuss, I could publish my words to others, like you! This is my story, what's yours?

My Speech Have you any idea how many composers on Opuss are have a high rank but their opusses are offensive and bad? I try so hard on Opuss and I'm only ranked about 700. When I was 400 I was overwhelmed and some people at 100 couldn't care less! I just wish that I could actually get somebody to respect every one of my opusses. In fact, I am grateful for ever view that I ever get, never mind how happy I am with loves! If I ever get hate on my opusses, I don't care. As I said the views matter to me more. It's someone who I've never met before taking up their precious time to read my words. Thank you so much for that! @Delaneyshine

Luna Lake It was official. Francis and I were getting married. The boy with the sparkling moonlight eyes had proposed to me. Fireworks of joy bursted in my mind as I spoke my final answer- Yes. Overjoyed, I enveloped him with my arms almost knocking him over. Francis laughed at me; he said his #life couldn't be better now. Magic brought us together that very night of beauty. We were at a park and I tripped over and fell in a lake. As guessed, he was the first to react and save me from harm. Love filled my body that afternoon. Finally pulling myself together, I slowly took a step back from Francis. 'Calm down,' I mumbled to myself. 'Calm down.' 'Oh Savannah, thank you so much for this night. You know how much I adore you.' Francis soothed. 'I know. I'm just so... In love. Amazed!' I said turning myself into an overly excited 31 year old lady. After almost an hour, I finally calmed down and we set off home. ************ The morning sun rose and my forest eyes fluttered open. One side of the bed was empty, that meant Francis was already awake. Without hesitation, I flung the sheets off me and tiptoed downstairs. We really needed to get the stairs done up, they were so cold and creepy. I strode into the kitchen to find Francis sat quietly at the wooden oak table, sipping carefully and cautiously at his cup of tea in his hands. Smiling away, I took a seat in front of him and watched the steam fly from his mug. The saying on his mug was by far mine and his favourite- "Keep Calm and Drink It All". Oh how I loved his taste in mugs. 'Good morning dear,' he smiled. 'Here, I'll pour you a cup.' My hands shook with delight. Tea always reminded me of winter mornings at the fire place, always so beautiful. Snow is gorgeous; I love how it makes the midnight dreams calm and silent. Me and Francis always took fancy to tea and snow. 'You know, Savvy...' Francis murmured as the tea fell softly out of the teapot. 'I always had a crush on you. Ever since, well- we met.' 'Do you mean love at first sight?' I asked, almost finishing his speech off. 'Exactly. Did you feel that too?' I didn't. No, when we met he was sweet, but I never expected anything HUGE from him. Perhaps just friends. However, it'd kill me to tell him this and This lovely moment could end in tears. So, I said- 'Of course, of course I did. Other wise it wouldn't be... True love. Would it now?' 'You've got a point.' Francis replied. We soon settled calmly in the living room, cosy like the snow days I mentioned before. Flames in the fire place flicked, I snuggled like a bug in a rug underneath a blanket on the couch. Francis had an arm chair beside my couch. I suppose he didn't like to share sofa's with other people- not even me. I couldn't even be bothered to switch on the BBC News, I was too sleepy for something as bright as that. Better fire light than electric light in the morning, I thought. Ever since we first became boyfriend and girlfriend, me and Francis had always wanted a cat. So, for our 3rd year anniversary, he got me a little snow white feline who was only eight weeks old. How I loved her- Francis said it must have been love at first sight, which made me giggle. This little kitty, who is now known as Emiline the kitty cat, had just woken up and padded into the room. Emiline loved Francis' arm chair, in scratching terms. Luckily she stopped the habit soon after we'd told her off at least one hundred times and now she just sits on Francis' lap instead. And so she did this right at that moment. 'Hello, Emiline!' Francis said to her. 'Are you not hungry yet then?' ***** At lunch, I just realised something- it was our nine year anniversary of being together! The perfect time to, as our engagement was just the other day. I felt like I could throw a two in one surprise party at home for Francis due to our anniversary! I was about to leave the table for some planning time until Francis interrupted: 'I've just remembered something: today is our 9th year anniversary!' Crap. Did he have to say that? Or god, why did you allow him to remember? It would've been great to throw a surprise party! 'Yes...' I mumbled under my breath trying not to get angry. Unfortunately, Francis saw what was up. 'You ok?' he asked kindly. 'Sure, I was just- oh, never mind.' 'Um... Ok.' When I was clearing up the food on my kitchen unit, I had a new and maybe better idea. 'Francis!' I rudely yelled. In shock, Francis spun around with a hilarious look on his face. Before speaking, I let out a giggle. 'For our 9th anniversary, let's go to Luna Lake!' I said. 'Great! I haven't been their for years! Actually, ever since we fell in love!' Francis exclaimed excitedly.

When I'm Without Him PROLOGUE Feeling the wind gush against your face is one of the best feelings ever in my case. It reminds me of Blake, my husband. It's killing me to remember him leave my house like that Monday night. Hope is hard to feel for me, but I really hope he will come back tomorrow. Zia, my daughter, lay her head calmly on my lap. Fuzzing her hair gently, I let out a sigh of sadness. 'Mummy,' Zia began. 'When will daddy come home to see us?' Tears prickled my eyes. How could I possibly tell her he won't be coming back? Besides, even I hope he'll be with us tomorrow. Wondering what to say, I stared down at her. I could just make out her eyes looking up faithfully. Knowing she wanted Blake to come home more than anything was the saddest thing ever. Although I knew this couldn't possibly help at all, I tried to change the subject to something more positive. Perhaps it could work, however it isn't something to be guaranteed. 'What do you want for your birthday, Zia? A new toy? Some more clothes? Books?' Why did I say that? I knew what was coming after what I said: 'I just want daddy back.' Knew it. Now what should I say? I'm just making things harder for myself. Suddenly, I burst into tears. Lots of people near me started staring at us. Poor Zia sat up looking puzzled. Soon she started crying too. We're just two lost souls who can't take their minds off a loved one who left them. #life just doesn't get better than this, now does it? Holding Zia tight was the only thing I could do now. Without her I'm nothing, just some heartless freak who should just disappear. A man from behind offered us a napkin, bless him. In a nice way, I didn't accept of which. He soon sat by us trying to comfort us and ever asked if we wanted to talk about it. 'Ladies, ladies, you're ok. Try to take your mind off what's upsetting you.' He said soothingly. I shook my head, trying to smile at him. 'God bless you, sir. My husband left me and my daughter Zia a few months back and now we're lost without him,' I cried. 'How could he walk out on a beautiful lady like you? Especially with a daughter, h should be by your side forever,' he replied. 'Hey, If I makes you feel better, I'll go bye you a drink.'

Creep. Chapter 1 Part 2 I was sent to my room with just a tiny bit of breakfast. Without a care, though. Sometimes I have no breakfast at all because we ran out of everything. Just like other kids my age, I had school uniform to attend to school in so I decided to do that when I reached my room. So after a short while I was stripping off and re-dressing in my white shirt and green cardigan. Girls aren't allowed jeans so I dumped on a skirt and tights. Now I was ready I could do anything I wanted to. 'Don't forget to brush your teeth, Valerina!' mother called. Oh yeah. I had a date with Mr Toothbrush just before I set off to school. We're a pretty bad couple you see, however my mother comments that I must brush my teeth or they'll rot and look like ramshackle castles with broken windows behind the large yellow sun. On that note, I've always been brushing and flossing twice a day. And that's the "romantic" story of how my unlikely relationship with Mr Toothbrush begun. Just... Great. My delicate hand fell in contact with my fancy golden doorknob. Twisting it carefully, my door creeped open. I tiptoed out realising I should really be sitting in my bedroom. The bathroom door was already wide open son I felt free to walk straight in. It was soon time for school. Bags were packed, teeth were brushed, faces were washed and feet were imprisoned by shiny black shoes. Without even saying the first letter of goodbye to my parents, I flew out of the door. Usually my friend Olivia would pick me up but she'd moved to the country side with her stepdad and mother. Today was different because I was going to have to walk with Jamie. I did walk with her once but she realised I was walking with Olivia so she soon walked alone. Recently she offered to start walking together again. How could I say no to that? Before I could take just one step into the street, I saw Jamie racing towards me. I smiled at her delightedly. 'Hi Val! So, are you ready to set off?' She said happily. 'No, I need to do my homework.' I joked. 'Of course I'm ready!' 'But seriously though, have you done your homework?' Jamie mumbled in a worried tone. I shook my head in shame. 'No but we'll deal with that later.' I stole her hand and practically dragged her up the path. Her face turned rose red once we reached the top. At first I was confused at to what she was blushing at until I turned around. It was Simon, the obvious crush of Jamie. Everyone who knows Jamie has a clear thought that she loves him. Even Simon himself knows. He tries to be friendly to her and also backs off when he knows he'll cause embarrassment. I must say though, Simon is rather charming. Lots of girls have a small feeling for him, even me. My hopes are higher than the pyramids to be his friend. However I can't blurt it out to him, poor Jamie could take it rather seriously. 'Hey Simon,' I finally blurt out. 'On your way to school?' 'Yeah, wanna walk with me?' He asks. This could be the perfect opportunity for Jamie to express herself. Slowly I spin around to Jamie. Her eyes glittered in disbelief. Smiles were all hopeful that I'd consider Simon's offer. I gave her a tiny wink. 'Yes, we would.' I called as I turned around. Simon nodded at us and waited for me to begin walking. Jamie's mouth stayed shut the whole way and just pretended Simon was invisible. I didn't dare ask her why in front of Simon. Imagine the humiliation she'd feel. Despite the awkward silences throughout the stroll, I thought that Jamie did well handling Simon. I couldn't help but crack a couple of jokes once in a while. It made Jamie's hair bounce on her shoulders when she spluttered out a laugh. We all laughed a lot. Coming to think of it, the jokes weren't the thing that made me and Simon laugh, it was actually Jamie's chuckles that were hilarious. We laughed so hard that I saw some disturbed adults peering out of they're doors looking at us horrified. By the time we reached to school gates we had all practically wet ourselves with laughter. All the kids in the playground threw their eyes on us. Some kids, mainly Simon's mates, we're cracking up too! Maybe the jokes helped Jamie out with her crush because once the bell went, Simon called at Jamie: 'Oh J, you are so funny! I hope you don't mind me calling you that because I think that'd be a good nickname for you. You can also walk home with me if you like because I know you'd make our journey great fun!' Jamie's face after hearing that was a true picture. Bless her soul. Could it be that my new best friend is waiting right across the road from me?