Going through and fixing mistakes, and editing, i might add some stuff as well before finally FINISHING 🙏🏼

"Stop being so innocent! It's boring." Harry mocked me. "And how am I supposed to do that?" All playfulness from his face has disappeared. "Let me teach you." At first, my thought was no. An immediate no. I've known Harry my whole life, this would be weird, but i'm tired of being mocked about my innocence. "Fine..." I whispered crossing my arms across my chest. My foot began tapping, a habit I picked up from my mother. "I'll do it, but you can't tell anyone." My finger pointing at him like a mother would do scolding a child. "No one has to know. Not a soul." He leaned further into me, forcefully gripping my hips pushing me against his bedroom wall.

"You have a problem with falling, don't you?" "You have no idea." Cover by LilacLucas

Alex finds her way to a new school, moving from California's finest state to the big apple,knowing no one but the therapist. A warm welcome from any of the pupils in school would have been necessary, but as the days gathered on, she knew there was none to come, until someone decides to step up. After this, things start to get mad. And only then does she realise how messed up her life is. [spread over the space of a week, this story tells the unfortunate events of Alex walton.] Contains mature themes©

"You can call me daddy." "You cannot be fucking serious." __________ "This is a weird part of the internet, I don't like this place." - Michael Clifford, 2020.

"Calum, why is everyone in this town so afraid of you?" [this isn't scary i promise]

What happens when you get Kidnapped by 4 Aussies in a Vans store?

(IN EDITING) Hi. I'm Nicole Miller and I've been in foster care since I was born seventeen years ago. I've moved around a lot to say the least. Over the years I've been used, abused, and sexually harassed by my various foster parents. Now, I'm moving again. I never know quite what to expect. All I know about this new family is that their last name is Styles, or something along those lines. For some reason my caseworker really thinks I'll like these people. And I really hope she's right.