After finding out that she has been cheated on and ditched by the only family that she has, a fury of rage boils inside of her. Something was telling her what to do. The voice was coming from within her. A bright flash of light later, she meets the closest friends that she had ever known: people from another dimension. (Of course it had to be the dimension with anime characters, which she hated) Who did the voice belong to? What was inside of her? Aurora (Rory) travels through senior year of high school encountering friendship, a stereotypical bitch enemy, fun times, terrible puns, lies, her past, love, a close encounter with authorities, and a sadistic man/ creature thing.

Quick story about a dilemma.

So this is kind of random. Basically, I take a popular movie or book for kids and show it in a different light. You can guess at what you think it is, and the next part has the answer.

helen needs another rant book. :/

Outside the door of the auditorium, there is a table with a girl standing behind it. "Hey!" she greets me kindly. No scowl. No sense of rudeness. She is not ignoring me! This must take some getting used to. "Hi!" I reply back. "How can I get the ticket for the dance?" "Well, you can pay over here. It is ten dollars. And after you buy it, just give it to me. I am supposed to be collecting and selling the tickets. Well, actually, mainly collecting. Last minute decision?" "Yeah, I guess." "Okay. Well, you are free to go in and party!" "Thanks," I reply. I am so scared. What is the music stops and everyone stares at me? What if people can tell who it is? What if- "Aren't you going in?" the girl says, interrupting my thoughts. I nod, but I still have many negative thoughts in my head. What if I embarrass myself? What if everyone kicks me out? What if- I walk in, surprised to see that no one notices- no one cares? No one cares! Why didn't anyone notice? Maybe they are all too busy dancing and eating and singing and talking over the music. I walk over to the punch bowl. I am really thirsty. "Oh!" I exclaim, because somebody has bumped into me. "I am so sorry, are you okay?" some random guy turns around to face me and says. "Oh I am alright," I think I say, because truthfully I am too busy looking into his dreamy blue eyes. Why do I allow myself to do this stuff?

My rants - because all my friends have started rants and honestly no offense but they're not rants. They're just short complaints. (I doubt that mine will be different but whatever. ;) Definition: *rant* /rant/ verb. 1. to speak or shout AT LENGTH in a wild, impassioned way. "She was still ranting on about the unfairness of it all." noun. noun: rant; plural noun: rants 1. a spell of ranting; a tirade. (tirade means LOOOONG) "his rants against organized religion" "he went into a rant about them" So yes. I will be impassioned and bitchy and stupid at times but that's what ranting's about. It really is.

Funny book. Absolutely not meant to be offensive. References to books may include: -Harry Potter -Percy Jackson -Heroes of Olympus -Ranger's Apprentice -Divergent -The Hunger Games

Hi, I'm Rebecca. I'm starting high school in New York, and it's not going very well. My mom died when I was really little, so it's just me and my dad. We had to move for my dad's work and I had to leave all my friends and the best middle school ever. It's the beginning of September and I'm already being bullied. Meanwhile I have a crush on a guy and he broke up with my bully a long time ago but she won't give him up. So, yeah... I need to figure these things out before the school year is over, because sophomore year will be even worse.

I'm Francesca, and I'm beautiful. Literally. People like me are, however, mean. And did I mention beautiful? Heard of those popular girls that are gorgeous but cruel? In a Mean Girls-esque way? That's us. The Beautiful Ones.