Stereotypes. I hate them. On my first day at my new school, a girl in a blue and white cheerleader's uniform told me I 'looked like a cheerleader' and asked me to come to tryouts. I almost decked her. Blonde hair and blue eyes do not a cheerleader make. Cheerleaders can be bitchy and mean but they can also act all happy and excited and they can drool and swoon over Finn Wallace – the hands-down hottest guy in school – like there's no tomorrow. Me? Well, I'm just bitchy and mean. So someone please tell me why Finn Wallace is suddenly chasing after me? *This is NOT a Bridgit Mendler fan fiction* Copyright © 2013 CrayonChomper

BELIEVE IT OR NOT, there is in fact life after high school! Even after you have done your last teenage year, there is life . . . and this might come as a shocker to some of you . . . there is life, even when you are around your thirties. Cassandra Mitchell is a blissfully ignorant and unaware wife in a dull and lifeless marriage. For years she has just settled for it, believing that's how it's supposed to be and that her experiences of the sexual kind are perfectly adequate. Then life happens, to her . . . and she realizes that she is in fact as unaware and ignorant as she can get, as she gets some serious adult education from the most unlikely and unexpected teacher she could have ever imagined.