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Oh My Jonas.
1 reviewWhen Emma's Mum, a personal tutor, gets granted her new students, who knows what crazy stuff will happen?
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Okay, just a little explanation here. I am a JB fan, not super fan, but as I like writing, I thought, Hey, why not do some little fanfic of the famous three. And, I guess this is it.
Emma glanced out of the window, watching the street lights flash past in a blur. Her eyes gently drifted toward raindrops that were steadily rolling down the glass, following them in their diagonal path, caused by the speed the car was moving in. A deep breath, and she had drifted off into a land of sweet sleep, kept there by the gentle hum of the car engine, and the swoosh the neighbouring cars would make as they shot past.
By the time she had awoken, they were already driving through a wall of palm trees, surrounded by the bigger, nicer houses Emma always seemed to see in those movies and TV shows, where people were 'living the dream'. Her mother turned to her, a smile on her soft face, that was so beautifully finished with those square cut glasses.
"Morning honey,"
Emma smiled, the sounds of the car drifting into her senses again. She glanced down at the radio and smiled, seeing the words 'Classic FM' printed across in green block lettering.
"I like this one, turn it up,"
She suggested, watching her mothers careful hand as it twisted the dial, causing the car to be filled with a gentle lilt of music.
Hours passed, well, seemingly of course, and they still hadn't reached the surprise location that had been promised to her. Emma wondered, who were her mother's new students she was so proud of?
Well, she'd have to wait at least a couple more hours to find out.
Oh, one more note. How do you add a new category? I need a JB one. :)
Emma glanced out of the window, watching the street lights flash past in a blur. Her eyes gently drifted toward raindrops that were steadily rolling down the glass, following them in their diagonal path, caused by the speed the car was moving in. A deep breath, and she had drifted off into a land of sweet sleep, kept there by the gentle hum of the car engine, and the swoosh the neighbouring cars would make as they shot past.
By the time she had awoken, they were already driving through a wall of palm trees, surrounded by the bigger, nicer houses Emma always seemed to see in those movies and TV shows, where people were 'living the dream'. Her mother turned to her, a smile on her soft face, that was so beautifully finished with those square cut glasses.
"Morning honey,"
Emma smiled, the sounds of the car drifting into her senses again. She glanced down at the radio and smiled, seeing the words 'Classic FM' printed across in green block lettering.
"I like this one, turn it up,"
She suggested, watching her mothers careful hand as it twisted the dial, causing the car to be filled with a gentle lilt of music.
Hours passed, well, seemingly of course, and they still hadn't reached the surprise location that had been promised to her. Emma wondered, who were her mother's new students she was so proud of?
Well, she'd have to wait at least a couple more hours to find out.
Oh, one more note. How do you add a new category? I need a JB one. :)
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