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September 12th, 2011 | Author: Antique

The day that Fine antique Style arrived I opened it immediately and was really impressed on its solid packaging and how it was really in perfect condition.
My experience was really wonderful and I hope this will help you in your buying decision.

is this book any good?
ok so im 12 and I've been writing this book tell me what you think!InvisiblePreferenceI’d never really been much of a believer. All this ghost and monster crap , I always thought it was all just a big hoax. You can’t always believe what is on television. But this , this was something I would of never believed in my wildest dreams. How could something be so real but yet not one person believes you? I thought this as I looked at the one person that loved me, the one person that cared, the one person who was ready to kill me in the blink of an eye .Chapter 1God I hate my life I thought as I hopped out of my dads brand new Mercedes Benz. He could afford this car but yet he can’t afford to pay the mortgage. I’d confronted my father about this issue many times before but all I got out of him was “Sweetie you don’t need to worry about money that’s my job and we are doing fine.” Gee thanks Dad that’s a real help! So apparently doing fine in his words means ”I think a car is more important then a house so we are going to move to a 200 year old major fixer-upper that I got cheap , which oh by the way is in a totally different state!” Way to go Mark I mean Dad. (It took me a while to grasp the concept that he was my father) Your scoring major points with me! Well we are here for good I thought as I turned around and saw the place my dad and I now called home. This was my first look at the new house. Oh my god! This was the worst house I have ever seen in my whole stinking life! Old way old , I can tell why my father got this place cheap, it looked like something straight out of a horror movie! All the windows were cracked and the outside of the house Fine antique Style used to be a shade of white. Maybe. I couldn’t tell because nearly all of it was chipped off. I could tell this might have been on the market for a while, correction maybe like a hundred years. Ivory had grown over the whole front of the house and as I walked around to the back I was thinking “Wait what is that? NO NO NO NO NO WAY !!!” There was a freaking graveyard in the back yard. I am going to kill my dad. He came around to where I was and gave me the biggest grin, like he thought that this place was the best thing ever. What the heck is wrong with this man? “This place has got some real character don’t it” he said with his scratchy voice. “Don’t look so happy Brigitte” sarcasm hinting in his tone. “I know you miss New York City but, here in Montana there’s fresh country air and mountains!” he tried to make this place sound good when in reality it was my personal hell. He had taken me away from our NYC apartment for this and it sucks, badly. I’d left the bright lights, my friends in my performing arts school, and the music, the wonderful music. You could almost find it everywhere you walked here the only thing close was the chirping of the crickets. Shoot me I muttered to myself as I walked inside.It was bad now. Serious haunted mansion look . A giant chandelier hung from the ceiling when you first walked in. There was a huge staircase to the left and stone columns around it. Plus, everything was covered in cobwebs. I know that some people were into the old houses and antiques but me I am not that person. The only thing I own that I would consider an antique would be the shirt I bought last month from Aeropostale. I am your trend setter kind of girl. In my old school, it took talent even to get considered . Getting in took something way more. I am a 14 year old girl that even celebrities look up to. I was my schools most prized student. I have a voice so good that I had over 10 recording studios inviting me to make a record with them. Not to mention I always had the latest clothes . If it was something that was in style I owned it or even started it! I may seem like sort of a snob right now but it’s true! My name is Brigitte Lambert and I just went from teen icon in NYC to an outcast a nobody in a town that doesn’t even no my name, invisible.“Well what do you think?” “Well Dad I do have to say I like the inside better than the outside.” The more I looked at the place the more I saw the potential instead of the horror movie I once saw. It still did not beat my NYC crib but I mean there’s no going back now. “I know you made a sacrifice coming here” he said. “So I think the least I can do is let you pick your room first.” he said in an uncomfortable tone. My dad had always spoken this way to me, and we had never been really close. He didn’t even no I existed until my mother had tracked him down. And he really didn’t want anything to do with me. My mom had been killed in a car accident 2 years ago. We had lived in Philadelphia and suddenly I was on my dads doorstep that I had only visited once every 2 months. He wasn’t very thrilled about this but he loved me enough to take me in. Not trying to sound heartless , but that was one of the best things to everAwww my whole book didnt show up! I have 32 pages done so far.....if u want to hear the rest give me your email and ill send it to you!
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