I was the 6th-grade "slut." And I kept a diary. So I decided to create The UnSlut Project in the hopes that my own diary entries could provide some perspective to girls who currently feel trapped and ashamed. I am publishing these entries one at a time, without changing a single word except for the names of the people involved. My limited commentary, which is confined to brackets in each entry, is meant to provide the relief of my current perspective, fifteen years later. The UnSlut Project: Working to undo the dangerous slut shaming in our schools, communities, media, and culture by sharing knowledge and experiences.

disclaimer: i began working on this book in 2012. i was twelve, and bored, so a majority of the first chapters are cheesy, or bizarre. my apologies. i'll do my best to give life advice for girls, however i doubt this will ever actually get to one thousand.

12 April 1934, The Horan family was found brutally murdered in their house. Wife and husband had been gagged and maimed before being shot in the head. Their 17-year old son, Niall Horan, was found in his bedroom's closet. He had been gagged and maimed too, but far worse than his parents. A horrendous smile was cut on his face, his eyes burned away. The murderer was never found. 80 years later, 18-year old Zayn Malik has just moved into the little cottage he bought. It literally is his dream house, in the middle of the countryside, close to the woods. Now he can finally relax on his own, away from his parents and the city... Or so he thought. Not long after he moved to his new house, Zayn starts noticing weird things. He starts seeing unnatural things, nightmares afflict his dreams every night and, what is the tale of the boy, murdered in his very house? Warning: lots of blood. It's boyxboy! Please don't read if you don't like it. This is a work of fiction, so before you send hate, remember 'you can never lie in fiction' Cover made by PartOfMyHeart

School Player. Ex-Girlfriend. Bestfriend. What could go wrong?