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I raised a Christian, but did not have a personal relationship with my Savior until 6th grade. I grew up in a "Christian school." It was not a real Christian school. The teachers did not teach like Jesus would have, a couple of the teachers even told us we were worthless. The teachers were mean to the students so then the students would follow their example and bully other kids. I was a shy, quiet child. I never stood up for myself, I was too scared. I was taught to just be quiet and take it, which made me an easy target. I had very, very low self-esteem. I got teased a lot and my brother's best friend, Daniel, used to always be mean to me.

Have you ever believed so much in something? Became so attached to a belief, A statement, and person or object Or perhaps even an event or happening? You put all your faith and belief into this, Only to watch it shatter before your feet, As if it had meant nothing to you at all. If you have none done or seen these things, I highly recommend you stray away from repeating The mistakes of the before.

Ch. 5 That night had to be the worst one in his entire life. He had gotten used to having fluffy pillows and soft beds; if not that, at least soft pair of breasts to rest his head on. Being a millionaire came with a few perks here and there. But this…This was ridiculous! He sat up and winced when his neck locked on him, and he groaned when he stood, standing straight the hardest thing ever. He sighed deeply, and all but limped to the bathroom down the hall. He went about brushing his teeth and took the time to shave, all the while staring at his reflection and arguing within himself. How was he going to get rid of the wife, and win th

Ch. 4 Nick's heart was beginning to pound and he clenched his fists. Ellis was truly in love with Harley, his horrible excuse for a wife. He felt so royally pissed off that it was her that had fixed the hick. But than again, he couldn't say anything; it was his own fault he wasn't there for him… "Once I saw her, I was gone instantly," he continued, calling the conman's attention. "I quit drinkin' and tried to clean up. Ya know, ta try and impress her. It was hard, but I was pretty damn determined. I even asked Coach to help me find a good payin' job. But man, even after all that it took forever fer her ta notice me." He laughed softly

Ch. 2 He pushed the sunglasses up the bridge of his nose, their dark lenses covering his bloodshot eyes. The plane ride wasn't so long, but the fact that it was the red-eye trip didn't help at all. He ran a hand along his chin and groaned when he felt the traces of stubble. He could use a good shave, and a bath, for that matter. Just a few hours on a plane could do wonders to a man, he thought with a frown. He dragged his luggage behind him as if it weighed tons, and slumped into a stiff chair that made him wince instead of relax. He scanned the throngs of people hustling around for that one familiar face. He sat up finally when he saw hi

I raised a Christian, but did not have a personal relationship with my Savior until 6th grade. I grew up in a "Christian school." It was not a real Christian school. The teachers did not teach like Jesus would have, a couple of the teachers even told us we were worthless. The teachers were mean to the students so then the students would follow their example and bully other kids. I was a shy, quiet child. I never stood up for myself, I was too scared. I was taught to just be quiet and take it, which made me an easy target. I had very, very low self-esteem. I got teased a lot and my brother's best friend, Daniel, used to always be mean to me.

Have you ever believed so much in something? Became so attached to a belief, A statement, and person or object Or perhaps even an event or happening? You put all your faith and belief into this, Only to watch it shatter before your feet, As if it had meant nothing to you at all. If you have none done or seen these things, I highly recommend you stray away from repeating The mistakes of the before.

Ch. 5 That night had to be the worst one in his entire life. He had gotten used to having fluffy pillows and soft beds; if not that, at least soft pair of breasts to rest his head on. Being a millionaire came with a few perks here and there. But this…This was ridiculous! He sat up and winced when his neck locked on him, and he groaned when he stood, standing straight the hardest thing ever. He sighed deeply, and all but limped to the bathroom down the hall. He went about brushing his teeth and took the time to shave, all the while staring at his reflection and arguing within himself. How was he going to get rid of the wife, and win th

Ch. 4 Nick's heart was beginning to pound and he clenched his fists. Ellis was truly in love with Harley, his horrible excuse for a wife. He felt so royally pissed off that it was her that had fixed the hick. But than again, he couldn't say anything; it was his own fault he wasn't there for him… "Once I saw her, I was gone instantly," he continued, calling the conman's attention. "I quit drinkin' and tried to clean up. Ya know, ta try and impress her. It was hard, but I was pretty damn determined. I even asked Coach to help me find a good payin' job. But man, even after all that it took forever fer her ta notice me." He laughed softly

Ch. 2 He pushed the sunglasses up the bridge of his nose, their dark lenses covering his bloodshot eyes. The plane ride wasn't so long, but the fact that it was the red-eye trip didn't help at all. He ran a hand along his chin and groaned when he felt the traces of stubble. He could use a good shave, and a bath, for that matter. Just a few hours on a plane could do wonders to a man, he thought with a frown. He dragged his luggage behind him as if it weighed tons, and slumped into a stiff chair that made him wince instead of relax. He scanned the throngs of people hustling around for that one familiar face. He sat up finally when he saw hi