"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.

"Where were you" he sounded angry. "Sorry I'm late baby, I got stuck in traffic". I walked to the kitchen to put my purse down and he followed me. I turned around and we were eye to eye. He grabbed my wrists. "Where were you.?" "I already told you where I was, let go of me" I said trying to get out of his grip. "Stop lying to me" he said through his teeth. My eyes started to water. "Please" my voice in a whisper. He let go of me then turned around. I started to grab my stuff and walk out the door until I felt his grip on my wrists again. "where are you going" he said. "I'm leaving" I was barely able to talk trying to swallow the lump in my throat. His grip tightened. "You're not going anywhere" he said and I felt and hand swipe across my face. I fell to the ground holding my face crying.

My name is Summer. I'm a little bit light skinned. I'm mixed with Mexican and black. I live with my drug abusive dad. My mother passed away when I was 15. I'm 16. Usually when people live with a drug abusive dad they get rapped by them. Well my dad didn't he held me down and let his friend rape me that happened 3 months ago and now I'm stuck living in this hellhole they call a orphanage. I have swag even though my dad was a drug addict when he felt good he'll give me half of the money he earned from selling drugs so I can buy what I want. We had a lot of good times he's not all bad I kinda miss him.

Khaylah And Paris Are Sisters ... But They Are 2 Years Apart Khaylah Is Older Then Paris ... Their Mother Is A Stripper ... Their Birth Father Left Because Of They Way Their Mother Carries Herself. Their Mother Met A Drug Dealer At Work And Decided To Marry Him A Week Later .... Khay And Paris Have Been Rapped And Abused Repeatedly .... And Their Mother Never Has Cared .... Khaylah Had Children Three Times By Her Stepfather Joe And He Had Forced Her To Get A Miscarriage Everytime .... Paris had Gotten Raped Twice And She Had Two Beautiful Twins, A Boy And A Girl ... Joe Didn't Force Her To KILL Her Babies ... He Actually Likes Paris .... He THinks Khaylah Is A Slut, Hoe, And Freak So He Doesn't Think The Kids Are His .... But They Are ... Their Birth Father Was "KILLED" By Joe And His Gang Members .... Read The Story To Find Out More ....

My step-father took my innocence and my mother let him . Im only 17 and in highschool . And the worst was yet to come . - Gabrielle I've had a good life up until I met my highschool boyfriend and Trust is our main challenge - Sharell

My Life

Yn is new to a school called Jetsline Highschool and she is not very popular until she meets a boy named Chresanto

Have you ever dreamed of meeting your favorite boy band? What about having a conversation? Well, I had more than that. It was a typical day for plain 'ol me. Just regular school, nasty lunch, and horrifying teachers. But, it all changed when Mindless Behavior came up to my school. And..we got locked in a room...together. A/N: Please do not steal my story idea or my story. I've worked very hard to come up with this idea

OK,this mindlessly story is about love,break ups,hook ups,& more,find out about speicals managements and events, throughout the story find out things thats a mystery ;)hope you enjoy it OH! And all the the people and fans 4 me read vote,and like i will 4 sure do those things to your story as well,PEACE ;)