To my best friends Zanet van Niekerk and Wene van der Merwe. You always supported me even when I was on a writing dry-spree.
To my mum, Heléne Pieterse, thank you so much for always believing in me, even when no one else did. Your words of wisdom always opened my eyes to new ideas and thoughts.
To my wonderful little sister, Niki, who inspired me to write the male version of her (Calum). His mischievousness was only a small fraction of her beautiful personality.
To my father, Hannes Pieterse, who even though he does not necessarily enjoy the written word, still encouraged me to follow my dreams and write from the heart.
To my love, Henk Steenkamp, who stood by me, even when I doubted myself and wanted to burn the book. Thank you for making me see things clearly and thank you for all your love and support.
Lastly, and definitely not least, my grandmother, Helliette Lyon, thank you for indulging me in my writing, no matter how terrible some of the ideas were. I thank you as well for showing me the love of reading books.
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A Boy Called Noah
Teen FictionShe was the oblivious dancer and He her secret admirer... *** Noah James is not just a football player. He's captain and quarterback to state championship team Braveheart Warriors. Amalthea Galanos is a ballerina. The ballerina without a name. Sh...
