Silent screams echoed the empty hallway. Ohia Mullete was haunted by danger's icy fingers, tracing her soul. Hate was her haven. Loathing kept her alive. It was the essence of her soul that stroked anger's monstrosity. Nobody ever bothered to peel the hardened surface of Ohia's iron-bark heart. What lies beneath her s...
Dalia Santana is a mixed child (African American AND Hispanic) living in an integrated world, but with hatred and discriminating souls still visible, which torment her just because of her genetics and the way she was raised. And to top it all off, she's bisexual. How topsy-turvy can things get for this biracial teen?
"Watch where you’re going nerd!" Someone said knocking me down, while sending my books flying. I let out a sigh as I crouched down, collecting my books from the floor. Once I got up I saw the person who called me nerd a few seconds ago was standing in front of me wearing a smug expression. "What's wrong nerd? Cat got...
[Before you begin reading just a quick warning; this story has painfully slow updates, it is also very cliche but it does improve as the story goes on] When Jade Everett was ten years old, her first kiss was stolen by Jared Felton. Six years later Jade has still not forgiven him, although she doesn't really have to wo...
(The second installment in the 'My Life' series. Can be read alone) Meet John Ace, the hot shot at campus. With his killer looks, charming personality, and great wealth, he's got it all. Girls fall for him left and right, but too bad he's never serious. But what happens when one night at a party changes his views on...
Callie Picket,the-fat-girl-next-door has a big fat secret. Well, a secret she's been successfully hiding from her oh so sexy apartment neighbor Chris Walker. In their first meeting, he mistakes her for a fat guy and she does nothing to correct him. "That awkward moment when the man you love doesn't know you're a woman...
My name is Anna. I'm sixteen years old and I have cancer. But, don't worry about me. I'm perfectly fine. The people you should be worried about include my tulip obsessed mother, her mysterious lover, The Dutch Tulip Man, and my delusional hamster who thinks that running on that little wheel of his will actually get hi...
"What the hell?" I took a step closer to the mirror, staring at my reflection in disbelief. The person looking back was still me, but at the same time it wasn't. I had the same thick, dark, curly hair. The same hazel eyes. The same olive skin with a light dusting of freckles (ugh) scattered across the bridge of my...