"I love you, Ashton" I whispered to his sleeping face, being careful so he doesn't hear. Quickly kissing him on the cheek, I run away knowing that he can't know, and he will never know. I'm in love with my bestfriend. "Diana?" Ashton's voice stops me. Tears threaten to fall down, but I push them away. "Yes?" "Could you please call Mel?" He replies. I nod and walk away.

Being a cat isn't easy. I, the famous, powerful, and incredibly good-looking tom cat who many call ' Max', am here to enlighten you on the basics. Written from the perspective of a troubled cat.

I’m Noah, a twelve year old badboy. Just so ya know, I would prefer to be called ‘Wood’. Ya, ya. I know it sounds weird, but it’s because a couple of years back, Someone bet me 5 dollars I couldn't eat 20 toothpicks and I did, and it was worth it. I don’t bully people, but I’m very honest about how I feel about that person. I was expelled from my last school for drawing a fist sticking up its middle finger on the sidewalk of the school in sharpie while i was waiting for the bus, so now I have to go to some lame-o place called ‘Florence Chapel Middle School'. Tomorrow is my first day. Er-Ma-Gerd! Watch out Florence Chapel, here I come!