Kennedy doesn't like drama. She tries to stay away from it at all costs. She likes things simple and she doesn't like attention. Moving has a lot of negative things, but moving a month after school starts has even more. Kennedy doesn't think that it can go that bad. I mean the worst that can happen is getting interrogated in class by the teacher. She is horribly wrong, though. The worst that can happen is Hunter McCollum. The feared bad boy of the town. He has a reputation and not a very good one, may I add. He likes things to go his way and he gets everything he wants. He likes things to be his and only his. So when Hunter sees something he likes he doesn't hesitate to claim it. That is exactly what happens when he sees Kennedy. He claims her as his. The simple phrase, "Your mine," creates the drama that Kennedy is trying to escape. That simple phrase creates a journey for both of them. That simple phrase helps develop feelings that neither of them knew could be felt for each other. Note: I am slowly editing this story so they are a lot of mistakes in it.

When Claire the "good girl" meets Blake the "new bad boy" what will happen? Will she fall like all the rest? Or will she be able to resist him unlike the others? Will he change her and make her trust him? Sorry I suck at descriptions. I swear the book will be worth reading if u read it :) thank you!! :D (I wrote this when I was very young so there are many grammar errors and may sound immature! I will be working on editing this book soon.)

Aria Queen is a runaway. She was put into foster care at 12 years old after she finds both her parents murdered. She was put into many different homes but always ran away. She is now 18 and she's determined not to get caught untill she's out of the system. She will find her parent's murderer, and she doesn't care if its the last thing she ever does. Thriller/Drama/Action/A Little Romance

** #2 in WATTYAWARDS** ** #24 in FUNNY!** **#3 in SHORT STORY** I whipped around to smell the scent of pine, cigarettes, and mint. Amused grey eyes shined, and dark, shaggy, brown hair filled my vision. His hands were in his low, dark jeans, and his muscled chest puffed out of his white t-shirt, and black leather jacket. His smirk made me tense up. "You." I glared. "Me." He smiled. The one person who could piss me off in a split second, the person who was the sole reason I am who I am today was leaning against one of the navy blue lockers. The atomic bomb just exploded in my life. And his name is Roman Quinn. DISCLAIMER: I wrote this when I was a good 12 years old. There are plot holes, spelling and grammar errors. However, this is the first thing I've ever written and somehow I am STILL proud of it and the grateful for anyone who laughed. (Even if it was just once). Viewer Discretion is Advised.