It's bad enough that your ex has tried to rape you at a night club while you were in your very exposed bunny outfit and you may or may not have been slightly intoxicated. So add the rain, tears, and a tattoo shop. What do you get? That's right. A mixed up story between Devon and Kendrick. It doesn't have to be mixed up but, it is. The way they combine drugs, alcohol, tattoos, and cigarettes is a recipe for disaster. So you have your recipe, all you need are your ingredients and to cook your disastrous meal also known as a love story. Oops, did I spoil the surprise? My bad. Read to find out how the two become close (very close *wiggles eyebrows*) thanks to the help of getting drunk tattoos.

It's amazing how close people can get after a school function.

Mae Irving is tired of the life she's been stuck with for about sixteen years. She wants to be free and escape her hell of a home--literally. She's sick of the way things are set up and all the crap she has to accept to make her family happy. She's sick of the fighting and being left out/forgotten. So she runs away. She runs looking for a better life to accept. Mae doesn't care how far she'll have to travel to find the family that she truly belonged in. Mae is seeking freedom. And getting that freedom is easier said than done. Read Freedom Running to see how Mae encounters new struggles a sixteen year old girl wouldn't normally have to experience and how she finds herself while seeking freedom from her sucky life.

"I don't think of myself as a shy girl. I think that I just keep to myself. I don't live to find something. I live to experience everything possible. I don't want to find a lovely gentleman to sweep me off my feet and carry me into the sunset. I find myself enjoying life as it throws everything towards me. This is how I live my life. But don't be fooled by my quiet atmosphere. Don't be fooled by my sweet, little voice or my appearance that shows a good person. I have abilities that you'd never expect. Just wait until I release my power." -Ava

Bugujifi...not a word. I know. So I've decided that I'm going to be writing my feelings like this is a diary. Except, it's not. It's an easy way for me to get some stuff off of my chest. And to be completely honest, I don't really care what you think of it. I just need to release some tension. -Bearly_Ariey