Was published, but is now off the market--I'm sorry! Brianne is the opposite of her best friend, Kyla. Kyla is open-minded; Brianne is closed off, judgmental. Kyla is a hopeless romantic. Brianne? Not so much. So when Kyla shoves an apple into her face telling her to throw it across the cafeteria so she can find her future love, Brianne is anything but interested. And yet she throws the apple anyway. Who does the apple hit? Dannon Barone, the most popular boy in school. Though he's seemingly sweet and all-smiles, Brianne dislikes him. She thinks he's a fake, a fraud, someone who is just charming the crowds in order to gain popularity. But Brianne is about to learn that stereotypes are not true, and that she's been too quick to judge those around her. Brianne Nichols' life is about to change forever. And what does she have to thank for it? A bruised piece of fruit. Who would have known that a stupid apple could be right? | technically not part of the summary | Okay, so I know the prenote says to find any errors you can. Just letting you know there's no point to that anymore because I've reedited it two more times after this one (extensively so), and already sent it in to be self-published. The only reason that the prenote is still up is because a fan made an amusing slideshow and if I edit anything then the tags for the wattys will be gone and I'll no longer be entered , hahah!

Scarlett and Louis were on the straight and narrow until a certain 'devil wears Damian' steps onto the scene. His gun is loaded with evil and is waiting to be fired at the 'happy' couple.

What began as just an ordinary day for one Elena Gates is turned upside down when she sees an unfamiliar boy calling out for help. From then on her world is drastically changed, but for the worse, or for the better? See what happens when the British/Irish boy band One Direction unexpectedly enters a regular girl's life. Is it a blessing? Or a curse? © 2012 by Grace Cooper (MyOwnSelf). All rights reserved No part of this document may be reproduced or transmitted in any form without written permission of Grace Cooper (MyOwnSelf)

From eight year olds to eighty-eight year olds. Letters from Liam.