"Love me when I least deserve it, because that's when I really need it." Cynthia Micheals has just about everything wrong with her as is possible. She cuts herself. She starves herself. She belittles herself. And no one has ever cared enough to stop her. But the new school year drags along a new, shockingly young Art teacher who takes notice right away. And maybe cares a little more than he should. WARNING: This is old, not very good, and the ending is very rushed, because the story was going flat. For the most part, it's bad, beginning to end. so, yeah, I'm basically COMPLETELY ASHAMED THAT THIS EVEN EXISTS. And despite that shame, I am currently rewriting it, check it out

This story is set in Belfast Northern Ireland in the 1980's Fed up moping, after her break up with her two timing boyfriend Johnny, 18 year old Kelly Caruthers agrees to go along to a night out with her brothers girlfriend Chrissie to a disco at a local army Barrack. Here she meets Danny Phillips a young soldier serving his time there, when she accidently knocks his drink over him, she finds herself getting noticed by him, when he insist he repays her back by promising a she would have a dance with him. Kelly isnt out looking for romance, after her recent failed relationship, but Danny still has a way of winning her around with his cheeky charm,

Evett Castillo finds herself working for one of the most handsome bachelor in England. The only problem though is the fact that he takes pride in making her life a living hell.

Heather Cruz has been minding her own business and laying low for the past year. But when a new kid by the name of Blake Chance starts her school, all hell will break loose. Why? Because the longer Blake stays, the more drama starts. Finally, Heather has had enough. She decides that it's time to take matters into her own hands. But will her evil genius plan work? Or will it backfire? The Game Is On. Model: Brogan Pruitt Photo source: Brogan Pruitt

Note from MC: Stop. Do not read this story. It was written by a 13-year-old girl who really needed a reality check. Legit, the amount of embarrassment I have for this story is innumerable, so please just... no. "I'm abused by my dad. So what? Are you going to save me? Are you going to miraculously take me away from him? Didn't think so. Stay out of my business, Mr. Carter. I can handle myself," I snapped. He was really starting to get annoying with all these questions. Couldn't he take a hint? He leaned down, getting into my personal space again, and stared into my eyes. "You're fifteen, Deserae; you can't handle yourself. And to answer your question: Yes, I am going to save you. With or without your permission." And he walked away. Leaving me stunned, confused, and breathless. As always. *I WAS ONLY 13ISH WHEN I WROTE THIS, SO IT'S IN NEED OF EDITING THAT I WILL NEVER DO. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED*