Part One: This Is The Life of Megan Turner

If you missed the intro; http://shelbysbookblog.blogspot.com/2011/08/intro-this-is-life-of-megan-turner.html

Just as I finished packing all my stuff, a car was beeping it's horn outside. It was the taxi, ready to take us to the airport. I'm kinda gonna miss it here, It's where I grew up. Oh well, I've got nothing to lose, there's no reason to live here now. Everything I had, is now gone.

We're just boarded the plane, and I am sitting no where near my dad and sister. They are sitting in row 11, and I am sitting in 29. Great. I hope I'm not next to some freak, who has greasy hair and picks his nose. When I got to the row, there was already a guy sitting there. He was pretty hot, and had browny-blondish hair, with gorgeous brown eyes. "Excuse me" I said, as I tried to get to my seat. He turned and looked at me, then smiled. He had a perfect smile. "Sorry." He said, as he let me past. I couldn't help staring at him, he was so cute! "So,' he said, 'What's your name? I gathered if were going to be sitting on this flight together, we should get to know eachother."
"I'm Megan, and you are?"
"Nathan, Nice to meet you."
We got talking for a couple of hours, about anything random that popped into our heads. It turns out he's moving to Jacksonville too! He was so nice about everything, he hasn't said anything bad yet, which must mean he's a nice person, right? "Yano Megan, your really beautiful you know?" I blushed, and then smiled. Did he really mean that?
"Are you for real?" I asked him.
"Ye, why wouldn't I be?"
I explained the whole bullying situation to him, and he didn't take his eyes off mine  for the whole time I was talking. "Well they must be blind." He said, "Your gorgeous!"
"Thank you," I replied, accepting the compliment. "Your not to bad yourself." I tried to sound cool, but I don't really think that worked out for me.
"We should meet, how long are you in Jacksonville for?" He asked me.
"I'm moving there actually."
"Really? Me too!" He said, sounding really happy.
I was shocked to hear this, I could actually have a friend. Maybe even more than a friend. Words can't explain how excited I was at this time. We exchanged numbers, and carried on talking, which took us towards the end of the flight.

As we got off the plane, Nathan stopped me at the bottom of the steps. He gave me a kiss on the cheek, and said "It was nice talking to you. I'll text you soon and we'll meet. I promise." and then he walked away. I can't stop thinking about him. He is SO cute and he gives me butterflies real bad. I think I like him? but I don't really know him. We have been talking non-stop for 4 hours though. I dunno, but I best go find my dad and sister, they'll be waiting for me.

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Bit of a bad ending, but I couldn't think of a way to end. I know it's not good, but it's my first real attempt at writing so, yano, It's not too bad I guess. :)

Intro: This Is The Life of Megan Turner.

Hi, my name is Megan Turner. I'm 15 years old, have brown curly hair, and bright blue eyes. I live in San Diego with my dad and little sister, Amelia. I know what your thinking, 'Where's her mom?' right? Well she died in a car crash when I was 9, and 'Lia had just been born. I have hated life ever since then. My dad can't cope anymore, he acts like he can, but he can't. This is one of the reasons why we're moving to Jacksonville to live with my grandparents. The other reason is that I've been bullied at school. People call me 'an ugly piece of sh*t' or a 'fat whore who can't get a boyfriend' and a load of other sh*t. I haven't been bullied all my life, just this year. I don't get it though, those people I called my friends started to ignore me. Then they turned on me, and slagged me off behind my back. Now they just say it to my face every day and I've had enough of it. I come home from school everyday with tears in my eyes, I run upstairs, turn on my ipod and listen to Justin Bieber. He's the only thing that that can cheer me up. His music is just so inspiring and makes your heart melt. I barely go downstairs to have dinner, because I'm too caught up in his music. Yeah, so that's the reason I'm moving to Jacksonville, to get a new start, and so my dad has some help raising Amelia and me.

I'm writing my own story!

Ok, so I decided to write my own story. It will only be short, and will definatly not be as good as all your other reads, but I'm bored and I'd love to try and write one. So I'll post the intro soon.