PROLOGE
When i was 6 years old before my grandfather died he told me that god had taken part of the sky and hid it in my eyes. They were big and blue just like the Montana sky. I loved Montana, it was just....... wide open space with nothing in between. every day after school i would go in my back yard, lay on my back and watch the White fluffy clouds float over the prairie. it was magic to a 6 year old and it ment the world to me just getting to see that sky every morning. 10 years later I told my dad that I wanted to become a wrighter. He didn't exactly aproove of the idea he told me that it was to childish and stupid. He didn't believe that feelings or ideas could be expressed on a pice of paper. I was a dreamer and this is how my fist story came to be.
Ok not done with it yet obvously leave me a comment telling if its good or terrible. Now it's my first story so pls tell me if it makes sence or not that u.
Dedicated to my 2 beasties Emma and Ariel luv u guys.
thx
~Liv
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Montanna Dreamer
Short StoryEver sence she was little Kaitilin wanted to become a wrighter and live in montanna for the rest of her life. She loved being there more than any thing in the world. Her favorithe thing about Montanna was that her grandfather was there to encourage...
