Vena Anderson, a nineteen year old girl has moved away from home to attend college. She has no desire to live in a small dorm room and having to live with a complete stranger, so living in an apartment for her college years is her next option. The only flaw in her plan is that she can't afford it without a roommate. Vena has lived in this apartment all through the past year and just as the new school year is right around the corner, the landlord decided that she would raise the rent. James Hendersom, a nineteen year old guy has been recently kicked out of his dorm for smoking cigarettes. He now has been living with his parents until he can find a place of his own. He has been searching and searching for the past week and could not find anything, until just a few days ago. James was looking through the ads, again and one popped out more then all the others sitting on that plain "Looking for roommate. Contact Vena Anderson for further information" *This Wattpad story is rated Mature for strong language and some sexuality* Book One of the 'I Am Living With An Idiot' series. This book is currently being edited and revised because in some aspects it is so horrible, so I am working on it!!

This is my amazing book of fandom quotes. These are from pretty much anything however I usually do children and young teen books as well as Disney and other movies. So if you love your fandoms please read my book. I hope you like it. Current rating:- 13th Highest rating:- 2nd in Random as of 25/10/15

What if those horror movies we've all grown up with came to life? What if it really happened? The zombie apocalypse I mean... November 21st, 2012, the day it started. This is my trusty journal, my diary, my log of events in the new world.

FUNNY ANIME QUOTES!!! Collection of anime quotes that I think are funny! Dialogue also! If theres one that's not in here that you'd like to be just tell me! Give the quote, anime name and the name of the character who said it. ^.^

Right now, I'm squatting in a pile of human waste, desperately trying to get a signal on my phone. My friends are watching me reluctantly, their faces stained with blood and what I only hope is dirt. The light from my phone is illuminating their faces, casting light on the looks of horror that I have come to know all too well. My best friend is cradling her left arm, bandaged with a torn piece of cloth in hopes of stopping the blood flow. My sister can barely walk, and I think her hand is broken. She looks on the verge of tears. As we calm down, catching our breaths, I give up looking at my phone. I slowly turn to them, my own face crusted with blood. I look at each of them, one by one. "Ok, who got bitten?"