"Okay, where do you want me to start?" "Anywhere you wish." "There were five of us. Dani, Elizabeth, Audrey, Taylor and me. We spent about 9 months in the basement. The walls where cement. The floor was cement. We each had our own chairs. Dani had her baby blue chair with white roses in the upper right corner. Elizabeth had her pale pink chair with white daiseys in the lower right corner. Audrey had her yellow chair with white roses in the upper left corner. Taylor had her black chair with red roses in the lower left corner. I had a white chair with sunflowers that sat in the center, the very center of the room. Each of us had a light above our heads. There were no covers in the lights just the wires losely hanging with the light attached at the end. The front legs of all our chairs had buckles that when we sat down they were right where our ankles were like he knew just were to put them. There were buckles on our arm rests that when we laid are arms on them the buckels our wrist were in the perfect spot. I think its funny how we all never made the conecction." "What conecction would that be?" "That we all have brown hair, blue eyes, were 5'5, all weighed 130. That when you put the first letter of each of our names together it spells Death. I love how at one point we all thought something, right before we were taken. Dani thought she was going to get mail. Elizabeth thought she was picking up dinner. Audrey thought she was going to class. Taylor thought she was taking her dog for a walk and I thought I was going to marry him and that I loved him with all my heart."

On any other day I would not have recognised him- but today, is not a normal day. Parker Bennett better watch his back as Summer tries to find a way to get penance on an event that completely changed her life- someone she loved died, someone she hated didn't get the punishment they deserved. Now its time to take matters into her own hands and seek revenge. I hope my back didn't hurt your knife 5 years ago. Karma's a bitch.

He broke up with me at my friend's funeral. So what did I do? I broke his nose. The events that followed can only be described as ridiculousness. It was a seaside summer filled with Jagger Bombs, bar fights, bad dates, and love when you least expect it. How does one mend a broken heart? With Tequila of course. Lots, and lots of Tequila.

A rant about anything. Relate. Enjoy. Laugh. Just some light-hearted humor, hope you like it! Ambitiouswriter16

Just another possibly-clichéd love story.

"You reach this point in your life, this equilibrium between your intelligence and your maturity, where you realize that nothing you do really MATTERS. ... Of course, realistically only about forty percent of the human race has the mental capacity to understand this, and the majority of these people drown their realizations in a pint of hard liquor because, seriously, who wants to accept that everything they do is worthless in the grand scheme of things?" Amara Bennett used to be satisfied with being unnoticed, a tiny blip in a high school filled with people who all think they're going somewhere. Then reality literally hit her in the face, and oblivion wasn't good enough for her anymore. Rated Mature for language. **Title from John Green's The Fault In Our Stars** Entered in #Wattys2015.