[Completed but editing] Once reached #240 'That moment when you have only a split second to decide something that could mean life, or death, is one of the most important moments in your life. You only have that one minute, that one second to decide what's going to happen next. She was only eight. And although I didn't count fifteen as an old age, there was a difference between us. She still had her whole life ahead of her and I had messed mine up already.' There is nothing in the world that Katrina Johnson would like more than a happy family, a mother, a safe place to live. However all of this seems very far from reach as she trails through the typical Monday mornings and the weekends which seem even worse. Those weekends are when they go out into the night. Those long nights are when she wishes that she could go to bed without locking her door, or walk out of school without worrying about who might be waiting, or that her brother didn't start a gang, because that is when all the trouble seem to begin... ~Written by Mair Hayes (cherryade22) © All rights reserved.

Madison Baker is used to getting left behind. It's in her genetic pool or something. Which is why when her mother leaves her behind to go on a year-long trip to France with her new boyfriend, Madison isn't surprised. Although, she isn't happy about it either. She's especially not happy about the fact that not only is she being left behind yet again, she's being dropped at a stranger's doorstep. An old friend of her mother's that she's never met before. Without knowing anything about who she's living with, Madison quickly realizes that this isn't going to be any ordinary year. She's been stuck with the Fishers, a group of rowdy brothers that are ready to make this the most dramatic, exciting, difficult year of Madison's life.

"I love you, Ashton" I whispered to his sleeping face, being careful so he doesn't hear. Quickly kissing him on the cheek, I run away knowing that he can't know, and he will never know. I'm in love with my bestfriend. "Diana?" Ashton's voice stops me. Tears threaten to fall down, but I push them away. "Yes?" "Could you please call Mel?" He replies. I nod and walk away.