"Samantha Banks! Get a hold of yourself, woman! I have a girlfriend!" It could have been just another school year for Samantha Banks. Her aim was simple: graduate top of her class, leave town and move to a good college, but at the same time, stay hidden under the radar. Yet, fate has set a different course for her. Her path crossed Aaron Lanter, their high school's most famous jock, but not in a good way. During a game of truth or dare, a drunken Sam kissed Aaron, which made Nicole, his girlfriend, bent on a mission to destroy Sam. After suffering enough, Sam decides it is time to fight back, and what greater opportunity than being designated as Aaron's tutor? Absorbed by her goal, she is now entangled in her own vengeance, but not before her friends made her realize that there is something more to this than an act of revenge- discovering things about herself and Aaron. What will they discover about themselves? How will they deal with the complexity of their situations? Will what started as a nightmare scenario end well for both of them? This is not your typical story of high school survival. This is a journey of freedom, revelations, and friendship. Grab a copy now!

Julianne and Erin get trapped in deal-mart when a snowstorm hits their small town. • But they aren't the only ones. • A certain boyband that goes by the name of One Direction is stuck with them. • Now, they have to cope with living in a jumbo-store together, going through the challenges of being wild idiots that basically have anything they want in their hands; or as I should say, the shelves. • (Trapped is being re-written after a horrible tragedy occurred. It is now better written and I little more interesting. If you have read trapped before, I suggest you read this better version)

{This is a finished story} "Vanessa?" A deep voice called out. I turned to face him, quickly wiping away the tears that began. "Yes?" I smiled, holding my head a little higher. Vanessa Keating doesn't cry in front of anyone. She certainly doesn't show weakness. A lanky body was leaned against a gleaming motorcycle. His aphotic hair was mussed onto his head and he took a drag from a cigarette that was wedged in between two of his fingers. A denim jacket sat on top of a white v-neck. Despite how cold it was, that's all he was wearing, besides jeans and shoes. Sunglasses rested on his nose, unable for me to see his inky eyes. "Everything alright?" He called from about ten feet away from me. "Yup. Everything's fine," I lied. He flicked the butt of the cigarette to the concrete, putting it out with his foot. Wasn't he scared he was going to get caught? He was on school grounds.