"... Isn't that... My shirt?" "Huh?! Then how did it end up in my locker?!" We both froze, my face turning red as I looked down at the baggy material. How could I not have noticed? And why did he have to walk in just now? Christian watched me, his face slightly red as he moved closer. I closed my eyes, waiting for the punch, the kick, the pain... But it never came. Instead, I felt something different. Soft lips on top of mine, moving slowly and sweetly. I opened my eyes. Christian Nelson, the most popular jock in the school, was currently making out with me in a gym locker room.

Youth is the time where we experience a lot of things. Apparently love is a part of it.

Days before the end of the journey. These were the poems I've written to cope with my depression.

When you're alone you can't help but to think about a lot of things.

There are a lot of things that scares us.