"Everything is okay Tay, just.." Karlie stops talking for a bit and seems to be searching for the right words. "Just thank you." She finally says and the two hug once again. "Hey I'm always here if you want to talk or anything Karls, you're my best friend." Taylor says. "And also I really like hugging you so its no problem at all." She blushes because she knows that she really likes hugging Karlie. She likes it more then hugging any of her other friends. But of course Karlie is her best friend so that must be the difference. Right? I wrote this story about supermodel Karlie Kloss and global superstar Taylor Swift. Its a fiction. Nothing in this story really happened. I dont mean to hurt the people described in my story. Its all made up in my own little mind. © WeAreThe-Foxes

"What the hell?" I took a step closer to the mirror, staring at my reflection in disbelief. The person looking back was still me, but at the same time it wasn't. I had the same thick, dark, curly hair. The same hazel eyes. The same olive skin with a light dusting of freckles (ugh) scattered across the bridge of my nose. But my curls were now streaked with highlights. And not the subtle, golden-brown ones that sometimes appeared during the summer. No, these were an aggressive, dazzling blond that went from the roots of my hair all the way to the tips. It looked like I had spent a full day getting my hair done in some upscale salon. Never mind that I had never set foot in such a place since the day I was born. My eyes appeared somehow wider and more luminous. The colour brighter, my eyelashes darker up against them. And, when I looked closely, my pupils seemed to be slitted almost like a cat. I looked down at my body. My skinny arms-which had always refused to gain any definition no matter how hard I exercised-were lined with flat, wiry muscles. My bony shoulders were now curved and smooth. My scrawny legs were toned like a dancer. I reached down and lifted my shirt, revealing two subtle lines running vertically down my perfectly flat stomach, hinting at the rock-hard abs underneath. My whole body was rippling with strength. Like liquid steel.

A Blank Mind tells the story of Aubrey Howard and Mitchell Longworth; two juniors at a high school in Illinois. However, these two people are different than ordinary high school people. For an example, Aubrey can read any mind at her school. The only mind she can’t read is Mitchell’s; she finds this out on his first day at school. She is drawn to him by this and finds out she has history class with him, where he sits next to her. She expects it to be easy, but she finds he is rude and that she cannot read his mind no matter how hard she tries. After that, Aubrey makes it her goal to find out about Mitchell. She doesn’t have much help, but she finds out his secret. That same secret pushes her to her emotional lengths, while also putting her in the aim of danger she could never have imagined before.