Ranting.

Don't you sometimes have that moment when your mouth is faster than you're brain and you say the wrong thing to your parents? This book is all of the things NOT to be said/do parents, to avoid the feeling that you want to sink in the floor and die! Hope you all can relate :3 Copyright 2015 A l e y a h (Steal my stuff, I will cut off your eyelids so you can't blink!) All rights reserved. Highest ranking in ranking: #20 12/31/15 YAAAS :D @JakePatt ofc for the cover c; tysmm

In which the bright and optimistic Summer graduates college, and summer break begins. On the other side of the world, cold and pessimistic Winter goes on winter break. After an airport ticket mix up leads them together, they go on a bunch of adventures that lead up to change for both of them. (Story idea credits to @TheSincerityMovement )

Legend has it that "sluts" are lurking all around. You might encounter one on a shadowy street corner or posing in a magazine. But those tricksters also blend in easily at school, at church functions, and even in your own home. Constant vigilance is required. Without it, you might accidentally become one yourself. Except... there's no such thing as a "slut." It's just a myth. So is the "slut's" invented opposite, the "good girl." What's the deal with these lingering stereotypes and around female sexuality? Why do they still bear so much control over our cultural and personal expectations? These chapters are collected/edited from my Teen Vogue column. I want to share them with you here, where we can discuss them together, because the Wattpad community was so crucial to establishing The UnSlut Project as an international movement. I hope your comments on these essays will grow into conversations, and that we can keep inspiring and learning from each other!

"Kiss me." He orders, slamming my locker shut. "Is she coming?" I ask, turning my head to look behind me, but he grabs my face and makes me look up at him. "Yes, now kiss me." I do as told, getting on my tippy toes as I lean up to kiss him. He kisses me back slowly, before he pins me against the lockers and deepens the kiss. My eyes widen and I try to push him away. This isn't part of the deal. He pulls away, a full on smirk plastered on his face. "I lied." He confesses, turning around. "She wasn't coming." Then, he walks away.

What do you do when your best friend could be the love of your life? Two alarmingly awkward, clumsy, sarcastic individuals bump into one another in a flower shop, and find that they're just as odd as one another. Told through nine moments, this is a story of life, love, friendship, and flowers. {Written 2016.}

Dustin isn't particularly pleased when his mother's freshly divorced best friend, Cathy, decides to temporarily move in with them. It means a whole lot of late-night gossiping, chick flicks, and mood swings. But things get interesting when Cathy turns up at the doorstep with more than just baggage. She brings along her daughter. Constantly travelling between two parents who refuse to talk, Ashley is forced to leave her life behind as she moves halfway across town with her mother. Thinking she's going to be spending her nights with two single and drunk, middle-aged women, she discovers there's a touch of testosterone to the household. And that testosterone comes with glasses and dimples. But what starts out as simple interest, combined, the two manage to create menace and mischief; the lack of privacy pushing them to breaking point. And it's only a matter of time before everyone realises that Dust and Ash are the results of one complete and utter disaster.

Did you ever have the urge to write a cliche story? Did you attempt it? Did you realize that you were gonna fuck it up? Well, I have news for you. I'm bringing tips from all my resources, not that many, to tell you how you screwed up horribly. This also tells you why you shouldn't say, "I'm so average looking," when your character is clearly not. Try saying instead, "I don't find myself that attractive. My lip juts out too much, my hips are slightly too wide, my left tooth is slightly crooked, and I notice these things every time I look in a mirror," Or why are they call a bad boy when he didn't do anything bad? More will come inside. (This also has some humorous aspects)

This story was written to prove a point. I wanted you to know that under everything, we're all pretty messed up, just some more than others. But the fact that they face greater problems shouldn't hinder them. It should make them want to fight for their lives. To be happy and to have a reason to get up every morning. Because life is not a curse, it is an undeserved gift that we must battle to keep, even if that means we have to go down swinging. But you wouldn't understand. Or maybe you do. It all depends on who you know. It is the people in our lives who we take away from, but it is that one special person who you will feel the need to fight for like no other. Her name is Parker. His name is Mikey. And together they can't help but understand each other.