"You're a very nice lady, Lady Catherine. It suits you like the expensive clothes you wear."

"I bought this lot in Marks & Sparks*," I said indicating the jeans and top under the coat. "I'm just an ordinary girl at heart."

Easy As Falling Off A Bike
by Angharad,
part 196.

Tragedy of the Spirit part 5 Am I as crazy as they think.......

Caution, this chapter is dark, describes some cruel medical proceedures that may be offensive to some readers. This also describes in great detail the effects of those proceedures on a young person. Those effects were done to me. The scars still exist. Thank you for reading.

First of all I wish to give the reader a bit of further background. The area I grew up in was rural Canada, we lived on a 4 section farm. We planted wheat and barley. The farm had cattle as well as a few orses (one of which was mine). We also raised chickens and turkeys. I had one brother whom I was not very well liked by him. I was quiet, did my own thing. I look back at what happened over the first fifteen years of my life shaped my way of life.

I am Professor Olivia Stacie Turner; my friend call me Post. I am a Psychoanalyst from the far future. I have been sent back in time to gather data upon certain people whose lives due to unforeseen circumstances have caused ripples far beyond the normal scope of influence.

In the back of the car Jimmy Wood was again noting the time. His watch now saying it was 7 a.m. “Is this going to work or not?”

Sean, who was seated directly behind Mark Wood, and across from his best friend said. “Jimmy....”

A brief synopsis- Sean Dempsey and Jimmy Wood are best friends. Jimmy lives with his widowed father Mark Wood, Sean with his dying grandma. When Sean's grandmother dies, he faces the fortunate prospect of living with family members who don't love him. A visit to Spells R Us by Jimmy may supply a solution to both family's situations.

"If I was your father, and I knew that a group of boys got you to go to a place like this with them, well —" he sighed. "Let's just say I would be less than happy."

The mothers of Kristie and Diana arrived together, and I found myself giving the most craven, self-abasing apologies I could muster. I was sure that both women would have been quite happy to claw me to bits and roast me over a barbecue, but the principal wisely kept me out of striking distance.

The girls returned to class, their mothers returned home, and I wondered whether their fathers owned any firearms. They certainly knew where I lived.

" But, I am a boy!" screamed Jill.

"You don't look like one now" laughed Tracy.

"What am I going to do for a month?

"You are an attractive girl. You can figure it out" said Tracy

Chapter 5

"Jill"

Jill screamed in frustration as she tried to draw a straight line with her eyeliner pencil. Tracy knew she would have to

. . . I can trust you to behave, can’t I?”

*No!* my mind shouted, even as I calmly said, “Yes, of course.”

. . . I used to think you would be the father of my children, but now you look like you want to be the mother.”

A proposal ends in a vocabulary lesson.