Twenty-two year old Hazel K. Langston made a bad decision back when she was 16 years old. Thinking the decision wouldn't affect her in the future, Hazel kept the aftermath a secret. Little did she know, her bad decision came right back to her 6 years later.

Hamilton Academy of the Arts. The school Sydney Acosta moved to all the way from Toronto, Ontario in a barely known city. After the divorce between her mother and father, she's stuck by her mother's side, following her to another city in Canada. Her emotions are expressed through the one thing she loves doing: dancing. Lucas Cahill is a quiet, almost outcast in the school. His twin brother, Joseph, better known as Joey, is the best known guy in school. He's considered popular, cooler and better looking than his brother despite the two having the same face. At school, Joey doesn't acknowledge his brother, at home and in the past they are inseparable with the excuses from Joey tolling up over time. His isolation and other emotions are expressed through his art. The two seventeen year olds are connected in their different forms of art in a teenage story filled with drama, sarcasm and loads of creativity. "My drawings are like stick figures compared to anything you draw. You could draw the world's ugliest frog and it will still turn out beautiful. Lucas you're an amazing artist." "So are you." He said quietly, looking up at me with his soft, heartwarming eyes. "How?"I couldn't draw for shit. "Because you are a dancer. Dancing is an art. And you are an amazing dancer." Cover~ xThePineappleGirlx #15 Teen Fiction (11/12/16)

“You are smart you have the eyes and forehead for it, it’s not rocket science, and it’s your personality profile.” He frowned, rocket science? She pulled out his deepest insecurities, tossed it on a table and picked at it with hypothetical tweezers. “What were you like some sad typist behind a desk evaluating profile compatibility at findyourmatch.com?” She grinned at his words not in the slightest bit insulted. “Do you always joke your way out of a stressful situation, defense mechanism yeah?” His frown deepened and she shook her head still smiling. “No need to be so anxious,” She murmured while leaning back “Tell you what, why don’t you give it a shot.” “Give what a shot?” “Analyze me, go on I won’t bite” Something about the words that left her lips amused her, Stiles wanted to ask why but her proposition grabbed his attention “ just tell me the first thing you can tell about me.” Stiles never a more infuriating, strange, mysterious girl like Ariel. He didnt even know her last name yet she was more than comfortable with hanging out in his room when ever she pleased, going through his library, listening to his music and worst of all, analyse him like a Petridish under a microscope and she was always right. But she offered to teach him in exchange for his books and music? There was a warning at the back of his mind but how could he pass up such a opportunity to get to know his enemies before they get him? Especially when his tutor had such a sultry smile and mesmerizing blue eyes.

{SEQUEL OF POST IT} - The day's been endless, but it's almost over. I know she's out there, I know she's on her way to me. I know we are getting closer and I've been waiting for her, since that fortuitous reply. Because everything started with a post-it.

It’s cold and it’s dark by now. The day has gone so fast, going to all those places, meeting all those people and now I’m here. He’s led me here. It’s time now, after all I’ve done, it’s time to see him. And everything started with a post-it.

❝You and me,❞ he whispered, ❝until the end of time.❞ // A chronicle of Junie Bennett's birthdays from the ages of ten to twenty one.