(I was young and dumb when I started this story. It is what it is...) Two people. Two stories. Two runaways. Too many struggles. When Wilder Clyde meets Electra-Storm while on the run, his world is rocked. With the crazy pink hair, the mischievous big grey eyes, and the undeniable badass that lives inside her, he was done for the moment she sat at his table. What is supposed to be a pit stop to a bigger and better place soon becomes the destination he didn't even know he was looking for. Even runaways need to stop running. Only, once you stop running, the thing you ran from will be right behind you. Two runaways. One destination. But will it last? Started June 2015 - 100+ votes (July 7, 2015) 200+ (Aug 13, 2015) 300+ (Sept, 2015) - 1k reads (Aug 21, 2015)

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Watty Award Winner 2011) *ORIGINAL SERIES* This is the first book of the Original Death Is My BFF Series, which won the Watty Awards in 2011! *** Death came knocking at her door. Well actually, he pounded. Faith Williams has always been a little odd, but never before did she think she was one of a kind. Enter Death, the legendary, sadistic, and irresistible Grim Reaper who sparred Faith's life when she was a child. The more she tries to resist him, the more he's popping up in her life and turning it entirely upside down. Death is dangerous with a dark past and a thirst for revenge, and Faith Williams is slowly becoming unable to resist his power over her. Who is the man under the hood? What does he want with her? Most importantly, why the hell does he have a name for his scythe? ** This is the FIRST of the DIMBFF series. *** Fan Made Book Cover uses image from = michellemonique on Deviantart.com! http://michellemonique.deviantart.com/ MY WRITING PAGE! Please join! http://www.facebook.com/pages/Kat-aka-katrocks247-from-Wattpad/208740202517075

Some die Some starve Some cry Most cut And they will be missed Some are alone Some are lost in a crowd Some yell out and moan Most do not voice their troubles aloud And they will be missed #1 Poetry #2 Random

The utter most inner thoughts and feelings of one who has but no other way to express them and therefore without a pen a paper she very much may spontaneously combust in an explosion of secrets bottled up for far far too long. : )