Welcome to Vanderson Prep. "We have secrets." I'm sure you're child will love it here. "Probably not" Here, take a pamphlet. "We're supported by everyone, maybe even your husband." We offer a variety of classes. "Your child will get an A, so long as they learn to play along" Sports? Oh, we rank number 1 in all of them. "We know how to negotiate, your child's well being may be at risk, but that's nothing a trophy cant fix." Bullying? Not a problem on this campus, we're all friends here at Vanderson. "If your child is pretty." Hazing? Not a problem either, our kids are kind. "Maybe to kind." Drop out rate? Low... very low. "Disappearance rate? High... Very High." Graduation rate? Well, it's the highest it's ever been. "We'll be sure to send your child out into the world knowing just how real it can get." Oh, You only have one child enrolling? A girl, Wonderful. "Watch her change before your very eyes." She'll enjoy it. "Our Boys will make sure of that."

"I don't really mind being in the background." Niall Horan is used to being ignored. It happens all the time with his good friend Harry, aka Ace, infamous vigilante of New York. Niall is Harry's techie, designing and building all of his weapons and helping him track and get information on his enemies, but never really getting in on the action. That is, until he saves a girl from getting hurt during one of Harry's fights. Now Niall has a chance he never had before: to be the hero. © Copyright 2014. All rights reserved by JerryTheGiraffe. This material may not be reproduced, displayed, modified or distributed without the express prior written permission of the copyright holder.

I made this because I wanted to make you guys smile/laugh..... (No hate please).... DISCLAIMER: This story may/will have inappropriate language

Follow the journey of Cara Carr as she flees the idea of being normal and embraces her new self. Which happens to be a crazy, quirky, lovable, hurtable, loud, and sarcastic one. Embrace your inner quirkiness as you read about this roller coaster of a life. What happens when suddenly she becomes friends with the boyband One Direction? And how will they help her evade normalness? Learn this and more in this book "nor-mal"

Avery Wilson likes to light matches. Not light matches as in light-matches-and-set-things-on-fire-like-Matthew-Trinson-down-the-street, but lighting matches. Just lighting them. And then blowing them out. Avery loves the sounds of the head of the match scraping against the side of the box, the sound of fire being brought to life. But when the unthinkable happens, Avery is forced to move in with her former step-mother, and leave everything she has ever known behind. Feeling hopeless and blue, Avery takes to stalking the streets of the downtown, exploring every nook and cranny, finding things that no one has before. The dingiest bookstores and dustiest shops are prey to Avery’s wandering, including that of a former artist. His small building is not much bigger than Avery’s room, but it contains the finest artists of the city, including a quiet prodigy who goes by the initials T.H. Avery, when alone, calls him The Poet and thinks that they’ll only ever meet in that dusty room. She takes solace in his work, and looks forward to seeing what his genius produces. But the Poet has some problems of his own, as does every artist, and begins to seek out Avery, asking for her advice. Not knowing that he’s not the only one with vices as well as virtues.

When Courtney gets the chance to meet her favorite band ever because of a wish her whole life gets turned upside down. All because of the horror that led up to it all. How will two boys in particular show that they are worthy to risk her already broken heart on? I guess you will just have to read. This story is now completed though there will either be an epilogue or a second book coming out so keep your eyes out!

I was practically born with boys. I have lived with four boys since I was 5 years old. My best friend is a boy. And I will probably die with a boy. “Probably” because I’m not the stereotypical, cliché girl you see on the street. I’m the girl who plays hockey, who fights with her three brothers, who eats pizza at least once a week, who is too proud, who hates shopping and fancy dresses.

I'm not normal, nor have I ever been. Sure I was born with immortality, which isn't something I can change but then again I'm used to it so I would never want too. It's a constant reminder of who I am. And I try to blend in which often gets me into trouble. Which also brings me to this moment in time, where I saved Eleanor Calder and ended up meeting One Direction. The craziest thing I could've ever done.