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Sharpie Messages: The Writing on the Wall


Chastity and Jullian had all the ingredients for a successful life together, if only Chastity could exorcise her past full of memories of her first love. When Xavier disappeared from her life, she felt rectified in pursuing happiness with the man who sincerely loved her and “ad her back”. Chastity met Xavier during a time in her life when she was in search of acceptance. His mysterious existence compounded the worth of his affection. When Xavier’s parents were tragically killed, he was left at the mercy of the state foster system. He refused to be a ward of the state and chose to go into hiding until his eighteenth birthday. Living in his abandoned family home, Xavier attempted to keep his exile private. Walking home in the midst of a snow storm, Chastity was forced into the neighborhood “haunted house” to avoid the weather. There she discovered random writings on the walls and was further intrigued with the author. Not one to concern herself with appearance and always the target of the school socialites, The Princesses, Chastity found herself falling in love with the “bad boy” that her friends warned her to avoid; but her insistence to date Xavier also earned her newfound respect at school and with her difficult, self-centered younger sister. What should she do? Thumb her nose ast the naysayers and stay loyal to the mysterious Xavier? See reason and agree to be Jullian’s girl? Or just forget it all and continue to be the victim of social power?
Melissa Wolff has embraced he essence of a young girl’s dilemma. The pressures of social attitude and sexual intimidation are so very prevalent in today’s world makes this an important work for young girls.
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