Location- Charlotte, Iowa (Population- 5,689) ______________________________________ Charlotte is one of those towns you don't stop by because you want to. It's not a tourist destination, nor a historical landmark. It's probably not even on your world atlas. Actually. I know for a fact it isn't. People come to Charlotte for one of two things- drugs or retirement. Most often then not it's option numbre uno. But- please make a quick eye journey to the second line of this information. There are like five thousand and half way to six thousand people living there. So I suppose that means theoretically, that there are at least 18 interesting souls residing in one of Charlotte's very own pink houses. Theoretically. _________________________________________ Six stories with three parts each- each from a different perspective to showcase 18 theoretically interesting souls of Charlotte, Iowa.

To that boy who made everything unexplainable beautiful

Brooklyn Quinn is a pretty boy. Pretty hair and pretty eyes. Pretty face and pretty body. Pretty laugh and pretty smile. Everyone knows Brooklyn Quinn is a pretty boy. Everyone loves Brooklyn Quinn. Except Brooklyn Quinn. {Trigger Warning: This story will have strong mentions of anorexia, self-destruction, and briefly suicide at times.}

"My name is Jace Overton, and I have schizophrenia." Mr. Stevenson stood from his desk, his eyes widening and surprise slapping him in the face as if he'd just discovered vibranium. "Wow, so you're a schizophrenic?" My mom told me there were three kinds of people in the world: people that didn't care, people that cared enough, and people that cared too much. He was definitely the third type of person. "No, I have schizophrenia. I am not a schizophrenic." "Is there a difference?" I stared at him blankly, "I wouldn't have corrected you if there wasn't." ----- Jace is weird. Jace has a blunted affect, a knack for memorizing, and a strong attraction to a Pakistani girl named Elizabeth. He also has a distant father, an overbearing psychiatrist and two best friends that get him into situations (some of which end with his nose [and heart] being broken). He has a sister that's ten years his senior, daily medication, serious hatred for the color white and a mere four years to accomplish the following things: 1) Make his parents fall in love with each other again. 2) Make Elizabeth fall in love with him. 3) Get people to understand that he has schizophrenia, he is not a schizophrenic. The former is attached to an identity while the latter is a label. A CampNaNoWriMo Novel

I myself am a lost cause to all those around me and the only joy or love I can feel is when I'm intoxicated to the point of completely utter loss of reality and everything I'll forever be disconnected from everything and everyone around me in all aspects of me being