Eliza was 175lbs. She thinks she's fat. She thinks she's fat - no, no she knows she's fat. She's trying. Lose weight, lose weight, lose weight. Lose weight. She's been... starving herself..? No, she wasn't, she really wasn't. Yes, she was. She was, and she doesn't know. She doesn't know what's happening to her. She can't worry her family, her friends. She can't have them know. She's just doing some dieting, fad diets have worked, yes? It's harmless, just now. She'll only be doing it for a little it's not a big deal, it's not. People diet all the time, she not the first, the only, or the last. It's nothing. It's just a diet. Just a diet. She's okay, not like those dying girls on TV, or Supersized vs. Superskinny, shes not like those girls on tabloids or plastered on those tumblr accounts. She is just dieting. Just dieting. The story of a diet, but it turns into a mental disorder. ---------- The first two chapters were written a year or so ago. So, they're pretty bad. I've kind of changed the direction of this story a little, but you can feel free to read it I guess.

Ana and Daniel are total strangers. Never met. But they do have one thing in common... Weed. This one known similarity blossoms their co-existence into friendship into a relationship. This is a love story.

Lexie and Damon were best friends and the perfect couple. Then they just leave. They leave the little town in Wisconsin that no ones heard of and they don't come back. What made them do it? The simple words, "What if..?" "What if we just left?" "Don't be silly we can't do that..." "But what if we did?" Lexie smirked at Damon... "Fine... Two days from now, we leave." "Deal." He said and kissed her gently.