Stereotypes. I hate them. On my first day at my new school, a girl in a blue and white cheerleader's uniform told me I 'looked like a cheerleader' and asked me to come to tryouts. I almost decked her. Blonde hair and blue eyes do not a cheerleader make. Cheerleaders can be bitchy and mean but they can also act all happy and excited and they can drool and swoon over Finn Wallace – the hands-down hottest guy in school – like there's no tomorrow. Me? Well, I'm just bitchy and mean. So someone please tell me why Finn Wallace is suddenly chasing after me? *This is NOT a Bridgit Mendler fan fiction* Copyright © 2013 CrayonChomper

"Give me ten days, and I can give you ten reasons not to die." Evan paused. "And if I can't change your mind by then, you can go jump off that cliff."

[NaNoWriMo Attempt] Based on my popular short story, Murder Day is about a society gone wrong. Once a year the law stands still, the streets become a warzone and nobody is safe. Delve into a world where morality is skewed and right and wrong aren't quite as simple to differentiate between. In a world where black and white don't exist, where everything's a little grey, get lost in the mystery and excitement that represent the most gluttinous holiday of the year -- Murder Day.