First Installment in the Revolutions Trilogy. “My name is Neida Birch. I am sixteen years old. I am feared because of the things I can do. I have never belonged, and that is just the way the Society wants it." Neida Birch is not like the other citizens of New World. She is the weilder of strange powers that mean she is alienated from people who are 'normal'. Ripped from her bed in the middle of the night she is taken before the deputy head of the Society, the government that has been elected to rule the population. Saved from a fate unknown to her by a strange boy with an even stranger story, Neida is forced to rethink her entire view of the world. As things previously unclear begin to make sense, Neida has to make a choice. Whose side will she choose? When there's no where to hide and no one to trust, sometimes your only friend is yourself.

They are dark, they call, they remind, they recall... Don't be fooled, they aren't your friends... Beware... You've been warned...

Azelie Ryans is the definition of fearless. She will jump out of planes, hold spiders, lick any public toilet and will do any and every dare. She will do everything and everything that makes any other person feel the one emotion she no longer experiences - fear. Secrets cloud her past, making her hard to figure out, but Cole's certain that he can change that. Cole refuses to believe that Azelie isn't scared of anything, he's sure that there's at least one thing that everyones scared of. No matter how big, or small. And he's determined to find out what Azelie is scared of. Even if it means facing his own fear.

I'm sorry if this story is bothering you. But if it is, it's clearly not meant for you. "What's depression like?" A friend once asked. I didn't know what to say. Because when people ask you things like "What's wrong" and "How are you?" and "Can I help you?" I never know what to say. I end up lying. I end up answering "nothing" and "Fine" and "No". Though what I really want to answer is "Everything" and "I'm not okay" and "Yes, please". What depression is like? Writing what it's like is easier than telling what it's like. Only a few will totally understand what it's like. And for those people I wrote this.

Poems deal with death and sadness