Savannah Jacobs is a 17 year old girl who goes to school and does normal things. Well that's what everyone thinks. Four years ago she was in a coma for six months when she and he mother got hit head on by a drink driver. She blames herself for this accident and she blames herself for her mothers death. Not only did she lose one person that meant the world to her but she lost two. Joe. Joe has been her best friend for ages but when she wakes up, she finds him no where to be seen. Turns out he left and moved places and he also thinks she's dead. So what happens when Savannah and her Dad move to Miami to live with her step-mum who she despises? She runs into Joe. And that's where their relationship Begins Again. WARNING: I wrote this when I was 13. Please keep that in mind as you read because this is a very poorly constructed and unrealistic novel. I have grown majorly as a writer and would appreciate if you would check out my recent works instead! thanks for the support ❤︎

After an amusing banter at the library with a mysterious guy, Savannah hopes that it's the last she'll see of the bickering boy. Come to find out, he's a new student at her school who just so happens to be a junior, much like Savannah. He feels the need to stick around her even though she is the target for childish rumors, gave him the wrong number purposely, has all the comebacks for his pickup lines, tried to run him over with her car, constantly embarrasses him, and repeatedly tells him to 'get lost' or 'shove off.' During their many adventures, not only do they get into many bad situations but they make a few enemies along the way. Will his determination to befriend this stubborn girl spark a friendship between the two or a special kind of hatred? <><><> WARNING: I wrote this story when I was fetus- even more fetus than I am now. I was thirteen and I finished it two or three weeks after I turned 14. That means that this story has grammatical errors. So please, read at your own risk. --- I DO NOT TAKE CREDIT FOR THE PICTURE IN THE COVER. I SIMPLY SLAM DUNKED SOME WORDS ONTO IT. I DON'T OWN THE PICTURE. I SIMPLY FOUND IT ON APP.

I tugged the sleeves of my sweater to cover both of my hands, subconsciously as I walked into my dorm room. There was a boy, he looked a little older than me, sitting on the ledge, the same boy I saw earlier, reading his book. One of the windows at the back of the room was opened, letting the air in. It must be his girlfriend's room then. He saw me and walked back up the roof and climbed into the room. He held out his hand, "Hello, I'm Max." * * * * * This story goes over the first year of Logan and Max knowing each other. With some extra stuff at the end. Highest Ranking: General Fiction #88 Teen Fiction #704 Cover done by FutureAuthor98 Copy Right 2014

Fiona Harper is an angel in nearly everyone's eyes. But there is more to this good girl; she'd rather ditch class than stay up all night to finish a project. She'd rather be at a party than in her room studying, but her parent's would never approve of that. Unless, of course, they didn't know. When she's given the opportunity (with a super hot guy, may I add), will she take it? Adrian Easton is the most popular guy in school; the bad boy that girls swoon over and guys want to be friends with, but Fiona pays no mind to him- she thinks he's bad news. When he suddenly finds himself and his family moving into the house directly beside Fiona's; he finds an interest in his... unique new neighbor; an interest that'll lead them both to a few traumatic experiences, feisty arguments, perverted jokes, childish pranks, funny moments, and maybe even a romantic interest. But 'That's Just The Beginning.' THIS COVER WAS MADE BY A FAN.

Charlotte Jackson may be rich, but her life is hardly a breeze. Her father is marrying a young gold digger name Chanel who hates Charlotte and wants her out of their life, Charlotte is only seventeen and is running a company, and let's not get started on the rumors of her being a scandalous kind of girl circling around in the gossip magazines. As Charlotte returns from the boutique she owns to New York condo she shares with her father Philip, she's hit with the news that they are sending her to a friend of Phillp's in Motown, Kentucky, her hometown. Charlotte finds herself not only in the town she was born in, but in the middle of a feud between Brant Young, the best friend she lost contact with, and with Clay Holt, Brant's neighbor. She quickly adapts to farm life like it was a second nature and discovers new things about herself that she never knew existed. Things still aren't breezy, but with a crazy life like hers, that's to be expected.

***Third Book in the Farm Girl and Bad Boy Series*** River Snow's boring life has been left in the dust of County Road Six. Now pregnant, her and the gorgeous, mysterious and possibly addicting Emery Hastings are faced with the challange of impending parenthood. Closer then ever with Emery's past behind them, it seems that everything is going perfectly fine with the perfect couple. However when someone from Emery's childhood steps into the picture just before Emery hits the freedom of his eighteenth birthday, will River be able to make him stay with her and their unborn child? River hopes so, because after all, Emery is the one person that changed her entire life.

***Sequel to Farm Girl meets Bad Boy*** River Snow had always lived a normal, boring life, and now she wants it back. After the death of Emery's father, she is now faced with the possiblity of being sent away. With her best friend no longer allowed to visit her, all River has left is Emery. However, mysterious Emery Hastings is no longer the same. Much like River, he has changed. But this time, it's for the worst. River wants things to go back to normal, but she now knows to be careful what you wish for. Warning: Language, mild violence

River Snow has always lived a normal, boring life, and she's sick of it. Being homeschooled, she has no outside life on her family's farm except for the neighbours that are a forty minute walk away. But one night, when mysterious Emery Hasting's appears inside of her barn, everything changes. WARNING: For strong language throughout, and mild violence. This is all unedited. I realize that there a lot of spelling and grammical errors. Things in the plot are extreamily novice and a lot do not make sense, for example, Emery's age because I decided to change it. Please bear with me and I'd prefer if you didn't comment on any of the above. Thanks!

Wanderlust: A strong desire to travel Charlotte Brikers has her life planned out for her via her mother and her nagging sister. She's going to take over her mother's fashion company when she graduates college, despite Charlie's hatred of the industry, she has no choice. Needless to say, she isn't happy with her life, and she just wants to get out. She gets her chance at escape when she's locking up at the local cafe where she works when Thomas Jackals runs into the store, running from the cops. Charlie grows a soft spot for him almost immediately, despite his dangerous past. Helping this fugitive suddenly turns into a road trip for two across the country, running from the cops and the past.

Dear Library Girl, I almost asked you what was wrong the first time I saw you crying. Then I saw the book you were reading, and realized that you were crying because of it. And I was interested, because I'd never read anything that moved me that much. I checked out the book you were reading, and guess what? I cried - just a little - too. That's how it started. Every time I go to the library, you're almost always there, usually with a completely new book. Sometimes you smile, or laugh out loud, or cry again, and when you do, I check out the book you're reading. That was it, really, until I realized how gorgeous you are. You're not pretty in the normal kind of way, but god, when you smile, it lights up your face in the best way. I wish you'd notice me, sitting a few tables away from you, reading the book you were reading a few days ago. I wish you'd smile at me. I don't have the guts to talk to you. I'm afraid you won't be anything at all like I imagine. One of these days, I'll work up the courage and I'll ask you about what you're reading. And maybe you'll smile that gorgeous smile and tell me all about it, and then we'll talk about all the books we've read. But until then, thank you for the book recommendations. I love them. Love, Tyler *The body of this letter is not my original work, but rather a prompt for the story you are (hopefully) about to read. Enjoy! French translation on @ClesteVrld's profile!