{ GUISE. THIS FANFIC IS DEAD. GON NOWHERE. PLS LEAVE IT ALONE. CRI CRI } Tyler Jones is a picture perfect life sized Barbie doll, clothes, eyes, plastic and all. If only the same could be said about her personality.

I tapped my pen onto my desk with anticipation. Why did I deserve to meet One Direction? I stared at my lifeless paper. The question kept skipping through my mind like a broken record player. Why did I, Cher Marie Lovett, deserve to meet One Direction? Lots of ideas swirled my mind, but one caught my attention. Without thinking twice, I scribbled onto the paper, “So I can lick Liam Payne's abs.” I know what you're thinking. That's probably the dumbest reason ever. But, hey, it was 100 percent truthful and its not like they're gonna read it anyways. Pretty pleased with my idea from God, I skipped over to Mrs. Richards’ desk and slammed down my masterpiece. “I'm finished,” I smirked with a mouthful of victory. Little did I know that a simple, ‘I'm finished’ would be my biggest regret yet.

Like many typical girls, eighteen year-old Rachel Morgan falls head over heels for an out-of-reach guy, named Harry Styles, who, in her presence, tints her cheeks red, strips her of her vocabulary, and has all of the Earth's butterflies fluttering to her stomach. While her long-time best friend Niall is spilling his juice or crumbs from his Nando's chicken all over their usual cafeteria table, Rachel is spilling over Harry with her friends, Nat and Ashley. The only downside to Harry's lush, brown curls, cheeky dimples, and sensual, green eyes is that while he's wearing his husky blazers, preppy Jack Wills hoodies, or rusty Ramones t-shirts, he's got Rachel feeling like she's wearing an invisible cloak. But after joining the volleyball team, she dumps her invisible cloak for a jersey as Harry, who's also on the volleyball team, begins flirting with her. After the two go on an unplanned, syrupy adventure, they find themselves more close to each other than ever - that is, until a new guy moves into town; Zayn Malik. Starting off as a shy, artistic, and mysterious friend to Rachel, Zayn soon becomes the only wedge that could come between her fairy-tale relationship with Harry. Being Zayn's best friend, Liam Payne, the school jock, helps to further Rachel and Zayn's relationship. To complicate things even further, her best friends, Niall and Louis, begin to harbour secrets and spin cobwebs of their own. Then, a new girl with some baggage enrols into Beakman High School and gives Rachel an unpleasant feeling. What do you do when love gets complicated?

I'm Mallory Collins. I have never been good enough, pretty enough, or skinny enough. Having my friends leave me for the older girls just made my life that much better. After finally meeting a decent friend, they decide to target her as well. Why do people have to be so mean? I am so sick of not sticking up for myself. So you know what? I am going to change that. It's finally going to be my Junior year and I'm ready. No more self pitiful, low self esteem, no friend, Mallory. I have a list of goals and I plan on achieving every single one of them. I am going to talk to people I was always too scared to. Maybe I will even try to get a boyfriend. I am back with a new confidence and I can't wait to show it off. These goals will be achieved this year if it kills me. It's a new year and there is a new me.