Scar skär/ noun a mark left on the skin or within body tissue where a wound, burn, or sore has not healed completely. April Morningstar. Better known as Scar. Scar could care less about what people thought of her. She's been in prison, under probation and even under house arrest. She saw life as a once in a lifetime opportunity. She didn't speak about feelings or emotions, thinking of it made vile rise up in her throat, growing up in the system for thirteen years showed her that there was no time for kid stuff; it was a go big or go home. Now living in Chicago, Illinois' underground streets she wasn't looking to get out, she was looking to stir up trouble that would make her bad girl image more known. Ellison Margo. A wallflower that no one gave a second glance to in the hallways. Being from Portland, Oregon-Ellison was the only girl out of her eight other brothers. She has a four older brothers to protect her and four younger ones who adore her. She never so much as talked back to her parents. She was a goody two shoes from the start and planned to stay that way. Innocence and pure were two ways to describe her, never being social her perfect night was to read a book and listen to music. It was a boring way to live life, but she didn't care. They say when you throw fuel to the fire you'll get burned. So what'll happen when Scar is forced to live with the Margo's for the rest of her junior year? And a certain Margo catches her eye but the feeling might not be mutual? Will they learn to defy the laws of nature and balance each other or let the flame go out? Copyright © loveanoutcast, 2014 All Rights Reserved.

•GirlxGirl• |I want to wake each morning in your arms comforted by your oddity seduced by your knowledge of my ways and I want you to crack my heart of glass| "Miss Conner?" I was surprised. I hadn't seen her since last week and figured I never would again given the stunt I had pulled. She looked up and started to walk over. A shiver went down my body as I took her in. The dark blue flannel complimented her long blond hair and blue eyes, while the skinny jeans showed off every curve she had to offer. She was breathtaking. "Hello Shay, how is your night going?" My mind turned to mush as her lovely voice flowed over me. "Uh....um its good, I mean, it's going great." I stammered. She said nothing for a long moment, just watched me with those cool blue eyes. "I'm glad." She said finally. I couldn't hold it back any longer. I took a step closer to her, and I could see her tense out of the corner of my eye. "I just wanted to apologize." I was glad when my voice was steady when I spoke, funny since I'd been a stumbling fool earlier. Miss Conner just watched me. I fought the urge to reach over and shake her. That impenetrable mask that she always wore was driving me crazy! "For what?" My brows furrowed and I stared at my English teacher in confusion. "For kissing you." •This is my first book, so be mindful of the spelling errors and please respect that I am not a published, world-wide known author. Thanks.•

Several years after Rose and Alex started their new journey together, they decided that something was missing from their lives. Something that came in the form of a kicking, screaming, three year old girl. With the help of both old and new friends, the couple will tackle hetero mothers, brutal media and, of course, their own personal struggles. Eat your heart out Blue Ivy.