Three years. Three years I’d made it through this hell hole unnoticed. I thought I could stay under the radar for the rest of junior year, but of course something, or someone, more specifically, had to come screw it up. I mean, it’s not like it was on purpose, but it threw all my three years of hard work down the drain. I worked so hard to stay unnoticed, unknown, and it worked pretty well. And even through the public humiliation of 'The Spaghetti Incident', I don't regret it for a second. It might've caused me temporary humiliation, but that's how I met Michael. And I wouldn't trade that day for the world.

"The last person she expected to see standing on the other side of that door was Michael Clifford."

I've been running for a very long time. I started running cross country and track at a young age, and I never stopped. Thank god I became good at it, because if I wasn't, I would've been caught a long time ago.

❝But it was only one night!❞ © 2014 by leawrites. All rights reserved. #22 in 5sosfanfic

you were the bad habit I couldn't let go of.

Freaks are human too. This place controls you. They use you as puppets and make a fool out of you. No one can save you. I can't even save yourself, how can someone save you?

~12:03 am~ To: "sex god" Mikey i wish we could meet. ~12:07 am~ From: "sex god" Mikey one day, we will. Sequel: Connected

''dude my mum just asked me to buy some tampons for her what do i do'' ''i'm sorry who is this?'' lowercase intended +under construction+ warning: this is a very shitty book with a shitty rushed ending xxxxx

Have you ever received a random text message from the wrong number? Well Violet did, and she got it from the one and only Michael Clifford. Life goes on with all these twists, and multiple ups and downs. But it all depends on how you handle them. Please do not copy my story, thank you.

Who knew playing xbox can affect you this much?