She never thought their strong bond would end. She never thought she'd lose her love.

Mary cannot move. She cannot blink or swallow or ask for help. To the real world, she appears to sleep. But she is very much awake and aware of the torture she must endure. Mary suffers from a nightmarish condition—Locked-In Syndrome, a rare neurological disorder resulting from a rather ordinary bump on the head. She struggles within the rotting gulag that was once her body. She strives to get help from her husband, Sam. But what can he do for her, when all of advanced medicine knows little about healing the human brain? Every second is an eon. She is alone--or is she? Who owns the voice that speaks within the echoing chambers of her consciousness? The voice claims to help. But is it just another demon born of her personal hell? Can she hope to survive her new, brutal reality? Will her own wiles carry her intact through the experience? Or will her sanity crumble at the seams?

Six teens are devoted to a game with one rule: If a player gets tagged, they must change their life within the next fifteen minutes. The better the player, the bigger the change. One might give their car away, or punch the school bully. Another might change identities or sacrifice their virginity. Anything to keep evolving, to avoid fitting into a label or caring about the junk they own. But their quest for enlightenment has taken a rotten final turn - one of the players has murdered the game's creator, the teen prophet (cult leader?) David Bloom. Our narrator is being framed for the crime; can he clear his name and discover which of his lifelong friends is the murderer before he takes the fall? [sic] is a gritty teen murder mystery that delves into the psychology of enlightenment among the criminally dysfunctional.

Hello there! My name is Willow. I'm almost 16 years old and if Jon Lennon and Avril Lavigne got together and created a musical child, that would be me! My mom and Aunt Wisty sent me to a summer camp for the first time ever. It's this place for teens with musical talent called Camp Blue Jeans and it seems really cool here. Something else that's really cool about the camp is that they let me bring my rabbit, Scones!! The girls in my cabin, Lilly, Max and Bea, are some of the coolest people I've ever met and I can tell that I'm going to have an awesome time! The other day I ran into a kid named Ferrior (actually quite literally) and he seems really sweet but he never talks to anyone but me. Is he just shy? Or is it something else?… My name is Ferrior. I'm 16 years old and I've been going to Camp Blue Jeans for 2 years now. I have a year-old rat named Styx and I don't really have any friends. The other day I ran into this girl down by the lake. She seems different from the others, she didn't judge me like everyone else did when they saw my black skinny jeans and purple-streaked hair. She's one of the most amazing people I've ever met and her voice is breathtaking. It's beautiful, like a songbird.....

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It's always been the two of us since I remember, as Tom (my dad) left us when I was just a toddler. He never accepted mum's complete dedication to music and I think this is what caused them to break up. I'll never forgive him for giving up on us, and even more for not being there when mum fell ill. But he was too busy raising his new family I guess. And now that we have to live under the same roof, I feel like he’s no more than a stranger to me. Fortunately, I still have my music. No matter what happens around me, I know that I can always find refuge in music. It's hard to explain but as I sit at the piano the world hushes and my soul starts to sings. And I still have my Big Dream - to get into Julliard and become a great pianist as my Mum. The most famous conservatory in the world and New York City are waiting for me! I just have to nail an important audition that is just a few weeks away.. Fingers crossed!!

It's Hailee Windor's 18th birthday. Part of a shooting, she dies on the evening of one of the biggest days of her life thus far. What she doesn't know when she wishes for one more chance to tell her best friend, Brent, that she loves him, is that she will have to wake up tomorrow. And it will be June 6th once again. And so will the next day. And the next day. And every single day after that. She loves Brent. But when Alex comes along, it all changes. Will her best friend win the battle for her heart, or will this handsome stranger steal victory from him? What would you do if you had one more day? Would you laugh louder, play longer, love deeper? Would you regret anything you did? Chose the last thing you say to someone wisely. Because you never know when it will truly be the last word. The day you die is one you never remember. But what if you were forced to never forget? Forced to have to relive every second of it for the rest of your life? Hailee made a wish that forced that burden on her, but could she be choosing her own self destruction by not saying three simple words? Her story is truly one you will never forget...

When enigmatic freshman Amanda Valentino arrived at Endeavor High, she chose three people - Callie, Hal, and Nia - to guide her through the choppy waters of her new school. Except she didn't tell them about each other. When Amanda leaves, the three must reluctantly work together to figure out why. But once they start piecing together the cryptic clues that Amanda herself is leaving for them, they realize that everything they thought they knew about her is false. The more they dig, the mystery of where - and who - Amanda is deepens.

Drugs tear lives apart, and that's no different for Fallon. With his parents two years dead and the girl he loved disapearing and returning, things are pretty eventful. Throw a young child into the mix and he's got himself a complete mess of a life. Cravings, responsabilities and the drug addicted mother of his child wanting to waltz back into their lives, Fallon has a lot on his plate. But more than that, he finds himself asking the question, 'Are drugs really the cause of this?' A/N: I'm sorry for the horrible description. I suck. I suck a lot.

Katie: The pressure to be pretty. Nathan: The pressure to provide. Paige: The pressure to be loved. Aiden: The pressure to be perfect. Jocelyn: The pressure to be accepted. Everyone has a pressure. What's yours?