Cassie has a perfect life. A perfectly boring life. She knows that there's a world outside of their street in grimy London. But will she be brave enough to run, and not look back?

Disclaimer: I wrote this fanfiction when I was 11 years old. Read it for a good chuckle- not exceptional literature.

"Life isn't always pear shaped."

'I remember that night so vividly, I remember the great pain I endured. Nothing can make me forget the immense fear I felt. Nothing can remove the scars of my past.' Gracie and James Harrison never had a real home, the family they were born into was nothing but abusive and cruel and the one they find for themselves after running from their parents, can never truly be their own. After running away and roaming the streets the two children are taken into a loving family where they start to build a normal life for themselves. But can they ever live a normal life when they are Missing Children?

"Everybody has a dirty little secret." "Yes, but mine can kill." Courtney Flint has kept her distance from the person she wanted to hate most in the world: Draco Malfoy. She hated the person he had turned into, but when she is paired with him for a school project, she couldn't help but fall for him. He seemed to be falling as well, which made Courtney suspicious of him when he started to play games with her. When his secret is revealed, can she trust him? Can she trust herself not to fall in love with him?

Luna Lovegood is repeating her 7th year after her father's death. Neville isn't there to comfort her, But Draco Malfoy is. What will happen?

The Unlikeliest of Romances begins... Cato/Katniss **Disclaimer. All of the characters belong to Suzanne Collins.**

Marvel Pedanski. The boy Katniss killed. The boy who killed Rue. Everybody has a story.

The First in a Series of Foxface/Marvel Fanfictions! What if Peeta and Katniss weren't star-crossed lovers? What if they never survived? What if Marvel wasn't so ruthless? And what if Foxface wasn't so conserved? But there can still only be one survivor... Ladies and Gentlemen, Let the 74th Annual Hunger Games... BEGIN...

A sort of fire runs through your veins when you suddenly feel an immense anger. This happens every time I see that annoying head of whitish blonde hair. Ice. His soul is pure ice. Hatred pulses through me like a flame burning bright with each smirk he creates. So how did he end up breaking my heart?