❝ if you're watching this, then i'm already dead.❞ story edited by @redbren all rights reserved. copyright © 2014 | Eva

After years of being picked on and thrown around like rag dolls, Ashton Irwin and Edith George finally decide that enough is enough. They don't want to feel like pathetic waste's of space any longer. Their suffering needs to end and so does Luke Hemmings and his army of so called 'Popular's. © han 2014

"home is where the heart is, right? my heart's with you and i'll always want to come back home." © 2014, cuddlingcal. All Rights Reserved.

"7:15, that's our time."

Currently under major major major editing. Possibly adding chapter anywhere necessary.

My heart pounded as I rushed down the hall. My brother finally did it, he finally lost it. I heard shots fire in the cafeteria, I flinched. This isn’t happening, I told myself. I heard someone’s heavy breathing from behind a shelf that stuck out of the wall. “Come on ash we have to go!” I said clamping onto the blonde boy’s hand. I pulled him up and dragged him along. “ALEEAH!” A voice boomed. No, no, no, this isn’t happening. I turned to face my brother whose hand held a jet black gun, his arms raised, gun pointing at me, ready to fire. The gun sounded.

Ashton had all the answers to every question Bridgette had, but he had to stay silent for her own good. First in the Westfield Drive series COMPLETED ✓ (Trailer cred to: calumsclique) copyright © 2014 kwrites

in which the active costumer and the boy behind the counter send notes to each other in hope of help. © kodaline

"you're going to hell, ashton irwin."

Just when you think everything is okay, it isn't.