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A story of broken dreams, family secrets, and the journey to find true identity and purpose.
"Books need to capture me in the first chapter for me to continue reading them. I could not put the book down and have often gone back and reread chapters. This book is relatable to everyone as we have all had
trials, heartache and made mistakes in the path of finding ourselves and Gods purpose for us."
- J. Hill
Author
Mary Beasley
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Chapter I
I was 16 years old, a little older than most kids in my 10th grade class. My birthday was in November, and we were already in the second semester of the school year. I was ungracefully tall and skinny as a rail. An awkward, gangly girl with big teeth and tiny boobs. I sat in the far-left row, front desk of Coach Brewer’s biology class. I wasn’t exactly sure of his age, but I assumed he was still under thirty. He started teaching right out of college and was my homeroom teacher when I was in the 6th grade.
He was a boys’ basketball coach, too, and moved up to the high school as he gained experience, I suppose.
I had a bit of a crush on him. Coach Brewer was tall and slim, but not muscular in the least.He had dark eyes, and his brown hair was brushed straight down in the front, creating a perfect line across his forehead.
He had a defined jawline, thin neck, and a very prominent Adam’s apple that literally bobbed up and down as he spoke, which I found mesmerizing. Every single day, he wore Duck Head khaki slacks that sat so low on his narrow hips they made his torso look seven feet long.He was funny, had an adorable personality, and he loved basketball as much as I did. Actually, he was a standout player at our school; his photo was still in the dusty alumni trophy case in the lobby of the gym.
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I was 16 years old, a little older than most kids in my 10th grade class. My birthday was in November, and we were already in the second semester of the school year. I was ungracefully tall and skinny as a rail. An awkward, gangly girl with big teeth and tiny boobs. I sat in the far-left row, front desk of Coach Brewer’s biology class. I wasn’t exactly sure of his age, but I assumed he was still
under thirty. He started teaching right out of college and was my homeroom teacher when I was in the 6th grade. He was a boys’ basketball coach, too, and moved up to the high school as he gained
experience, I suppose. I had a bit of a crush on him.
Coach Brewer was tall and slim, but not muscular in the least. He had dark eyes, and his brown hair was brushed straight down in the front, creating a perfect line across his forehead.
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About
the author
Mary Beasley is a former English teacher turned entrepreneur. She is passionate about helping others by offering her God-given talents of sales and design with her interior decorating business. While most of her writing consists of blogs about home décor, Mary has always wanted to write a book, but it was not until 2021 that she felt she had a story to tell.
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