"So what's your name, miss America?" He asked leaning his side against the chair, propping himself up with his arm. Oh god, his arm; tanned and toned. It took me a second to get it out. I'm sure he could feel how uncomfortable I was and I could tell he thought it was hilarious by the look of his crooked smile. "Um.... It's uh. Ju-Juliette. Juliette St. Cloud." Damn it, Jules, get your act together! It's just a boy for Christ's sake. "Ah, that's a beautiful name," he smiled, cheekily. "And yours?" I asked, hesitantly. Did I want to know this cute boy's name that would probably lower my grade in this class? I certainly did. "Ashton. Ashton Irwin." Juliette St. Cloud is finally leaving Hillview, Massachusetts and is entering her junior year of High School abroad in the one and only Sydney, Australia. On her first day of school, she meets the charming, hilarious, geeky Ashton Irwin in her Creative Writing class. She is attracted to his cheekiness, but doesn't want to fall too hard, knowing she'll only be spending the school year there. Will she let herself fall for him, or will she keep her distance to avoid getting her heart broken by the end of the year?

"Are you up for it?" "Why not? One prank won't harm." I smirked, looking around the park trying to find a guy I'd do it on. My eyes landed on a guy with blonde hair, his hair was a mess but you could barely see it due to the fact that it was hidden in beanie. They're sitting on a bench like us, his arms wrapped around the waist of a girl. "Over there." She looked to the direction where my finger is pointed and she nodded in agreement. "Watch me." I whispered as I slowly walk towards the guy I just saw. I took a deep breath before finally stopping, a few feet away from them. "Oh my god! How dare you?! Who's this girl? I can't believe you!" Little did she know that one prank could start it all. _____________________________________ ALL RIGHTS RESERVED Copyright © 2014 by Chase Edwards cover by lovely champagneandgasoline started:: May 24, 2014 { Short Story #29 / Fanfiction #72 }

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❝There are some things I've always wanted to tell you, but never had the courage to.❞ short story #90 || fan-fiction #248 [4.20.14]

On Wednesdays we wear plaid.

New Country. New School. New Friends. New Life. New Beginning. Fresh Start. Clean Slate. Start Over. Have you ever wanted to move away and start all over again? That’s all Vanessa has ever wanted. She wants to move away from the life she has grown to hate and start her life all over again. Bullies. Abuse. Depression. Self-Hatred. Weak. Useless. Pathetic. Lost. Feeling unwanted and under-appreciated aren’t new feelings for young Vanessa Bell, living in constant fear and worry isn’t either. It can take just a few words to bring someone’s self-esteem plummeting for the ground and add a few bruises here and there and all self-worth will be lost. Feeling numb from all the pain is usually a good thing but when you’ve been hurt so much to the point where you don’t feel anything anymore. You’ll often find yourself asking “What is the point?” or “Why do I even bother?” Maybe Vanessa will find her way, maybe in a place called Sydney, maybe with the help of a boy named Luke. When Vanessa chooses to “Start All Over” maybe she’ll find it’s the best decision she’s ever made. {Warning: Will contain triggering thoughts and action and involves sensitive topics like depression, death, suicide and abuse} **This is very poorly written because when I wrote it I was 13 so please read knowing that I was a very dumb 13 year-old or read later when I've finished rewriting which is a slow process but I'm getting there, sorry** UNDERGOING EDITING COPYRIGHT © 2012-2013 CUDDLINGHEMMINGS

We first met through a '94 mixtape.

i don’t know this girl, i don’t know what she wants from me. i don’t know what these poems mean. i don’t know anything at all but one: i’m going to find her. ⓒ 2013, Kaira G. Self publishing ct-hood ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. This book contains material protected under International and Federal Copyright Laws and Treaties. Any unauthorised reprint or use of this material is prohibited. If I fucking learn that someone copied my works, I will find you and skin you alive like pychotic Harry i s2g pls dont this is my baby

"oh really so what are you then? miss piano slash cello girl?" "the angel from your nightmares." "is that so?" "indeed." ~~~~ scarlett dawson- isla fisher calum hood- calum hood

COMPLETED | "Make me feel like I am breathing, feel like I am human."