Basically, a few days ago 17 people decided to go off and kill a bunch of school children while they were on a field trip to a factory. The chaperones were gone and the murderers could kill easily. Each one of the murders wore sweatshirts and sweatpants with their number on the inside of the hood; 1-17. One girl saw them coming and hid in the closet. She watched and counted each one as each of her friends was stabbed and shot. She managed to work up the confidence to go to the nearest office, get a knife, and stab and kill the last person who came in; number 17.

Now a series by Mediacorp. Watch the episodes anywhere in world on meWATCH's Youtube channel. Keeley accidentally swaps cell phones with a rivaling high school's star quarterback. Unable to switch back until a week later, she must interact with the arrogant boy, passing along texts and voicemails. As she gets to know him better, she realizes there's more to him than sexual innuendos and egotistical comments. But when identities are revealed and secrets are exposed, will Keeley's feelings remain? Available in bookstores now! Look for it under its new title, TEXTROVERT.

It was a typical Sunday night. I brushed my cream duvet cover along my bed with my fingertips. I traced the diamond seem-line with my dark red nail. Damn I need to repaint them. The bed sheet felt cold under my warm hand. "See you later," his perfect smirk permanently etched into my mind. "We'll see," playing back in my mind, remembering my playful attitude. I turned my head, still half smirking, not realizing what was happening. My head spun dramatically, the thought still racing in my mind. His warm hand gripped my forearm. He pulled me close; our noses touching, "I forgot to give you something," That was when I realized he was going to do what I'd been hoping for for months. It wasn't about my badly chipped deep red nails, it wasn't about my parents arguing earlier that day about money; It was about this exact moment, the way he made me feel.