❝Good morning. This is Target, how can I help you?❞ ❝Why do I have the sudden urge to kill my family?❞ ❝...Woah...well...shit. Ma'am, I think you dialed the wrong number.❞ ❝No. I dialed correctly. Are you any help?❞ ❝...No sé qué decir a esta chica loca.❞ In which a girl named Farah calls Target and meets a boy named Chance. Best Rank : #1 in Short Story (8/27/16)

Depressing poems that I write, or quotes. Or maybe just something I'm feeling that needed to be expressed. It'll be depressing at times, of that I'm sure. But I sincerely hope you enjoy/understand it. Best Wishes, DepressingLife_

Wren Martin is socially awkward. She blocks off herself to the world, hiding behind her favorite hoodie. All she wants to do is keep a low profile, and graduate well enough to qualify for a college scholarship. But then a babysitting job leads her to cross paths with Asher Reed, Eastview Highʼs notorious athlete. When a field injury kickstarts his senior year, heʼs turning his free time and attention to Wren. And maybe she might not want to be invisible after all. ***** [Watty's Collector's Edition Winner] [TFA Runaway Prize Winner] [[word count: 150,000-200,000 words]] Cover designed by Ashley Santoro

I'd always thought I'd be that model student who had only A's because if I didn't my parents would roast me over a spitfire. I always did the right thing, never disobeyed, never broke the rules or got in trouble. It was who I was. I mean, sure, I occasionally ate a cookie before dinner, or I didn't do my homework-- but that's typical stuff-- right? I thought my life was always going to be this way. I was a born nerd; and nerds never changed. Little did I know that when college started, it was gonna be the first step to a whole new beginning.

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