+pantastic problems pansexuals know.

My best friend Emily didn't come to school for a few weeks so I sent her a selfie and she replied "I'm sorry, but who are you?" When she came to school I ran up to say high and Emily replied "I can't remember you, I know I've lost my memory but I don't know who you are"

This is an old version. I am slowly rewriting this. Please wait to read that one. It'll have some of the same chapter outlines but way better writing. It'll also have more characters and hopefully be more in depth as well as be longer and have a different ending. He thought he was a bad boy. She thought she was a psychopath. He was bad news. She was worse. He was angry at the world. She just wanted to have fun in it. When Ashila gets caught on the wrong side of the law again, her father has no other choice but to send her to the strict boarding school known as 'Prescott Boarding School a place for delinquents and troubled youth' she is downright pissed. However when she gets there she decides to have some fun. Her type of fun. When Rylan finds out the only other dorm in his hall is going to be taken he's intrigued. After all his hall is only for the 'Class A' dangerous students, as the teachers and guards put it anyway. However when she gets there and he finds out that she's a she he's kinda annoyed that they class her as a 'Class A +' which is more dangerous than him. _______________________________ A lot of colourful language and not the rainbow kind. started this when i was young so it's not the best. but i still put my heart into it so don't copy please i'm sick of it. Finished.

This is just like a journal of how I feel each day feel free to comment. my name is Jasper I'm almost 15 and I'm not particularly good at English so excuse the bad grammar.

Sean Michaels is at a new school. Again. Sixth time's the charm, right? It's him and his service dog against everyone else. Except for the school's trouble maker, Thomas Kingston, who also happens to be his new ally. As he starts to adjust to this new school, he's adjusting to something else as well: someone looking past the service dog to him, and actually caring. Boyxboy

"My name is Jace Overton, and I have schizophrenia." Mr. Stevenson stood from his desk, his eyes widening and surprise slapping him in the face as if he'd just discovered vibranium. "Wow, so you're a schizophrenic?" My mom told me there were three kinds of people in the world: people that didn't care, people that cared enough, and people that cared too much. He was definitely the third type of person. "No, I have schizophrenia. I am not a schizophrenic." "Is there a difference?" I stared at him blankly, "I wouldn't have corrected you if there wasn't." ----- Jace is weird. Jace has a blunted affect, a knack for memorizing, and a strong attraction to a Pakistani girl named Elizabeth. He also has a distant father, an overbearing psychiatrist and two best friends that get him into situations (some of which end with his nose [and heart] being broken). He has a sister that's ten years his senior, daily medication, serious hatred for the color white and a mere four years to accomplish the following things: 1) Make his parents fall in love with each other again. 2) Make Elizabeth fall in love with him. 3) Get people to understand that he has schizophrenia, he is not a schizophrenic. The former is attached to an identity while the latter is a label. A CampNaNoWriMo Novel

1, 2, 3, 4, I declare a Time War 5, 6, 7, 8, Daleks scream EXTERMINATE! 9, 10, 11, 12, The Doctor died and silence fell 12, 11, 10, 9, Here we go, back in time 8, 7, 6, 5, Saving everybody's lives 4, 3, 2, 1 Grab her hand and whisper, Run! This book will be full of poems about Doctor Who. Some will be mine, others will not. If the poems are not mine I will give full credit to the author at the beginning of the poem if I know who the author is. If I don't know who the author is, I'll just write: by anonymous. O.K. I have writers block a lot and I'm not the best with poetry so you may not see a lot of my own poems from time to time; I'll try. So what are you waiting for?!?!? READ THE BOOK ALREADY! WARNING!!!!! Some poems do not care about your feelings... But remember, it's okay to cry. GET READY FOR FEELS!