if you are very easily triggered, please don't read this. i don't think this is very graphic, but please be cautious i don't want anyone hurting themselves. inspired by forest by twenty one pilots

COMPLETED The existence of grammatical errors, misplaced words etc. is exorbitant as the majority of the book had been written when I was 13. Read at your own risk. - - - "He was standing there in all his glory while I was standing here in all my ...nakedness..." The sentence that you have just read could exactly describe the situation I am in. - - - Have you ever been put in a situation in which you can't speak, think or move? Well, I had. And it wasn't in front of anyone, but in front of the school's supposedly bad boy. Hooray me, am I right? I am one of those outsider girls, who doesn't like to associate with anyone, and, on top of that, a so-called teacher's pet, too. Although that didn't seem to stop the bad boy from taking an interest in me. Funnily enough, he wasn't the person to initiate a conversation by simply approaching me. That was in no way possible, of course. It's a lot more complicated than that... Well, actually it's not that complex... He saw me naked, that's the reason... - - - CLICHÉ STORY! Contains cursing and/or swearing. IN THE COURSE OF HEAVY EDITING THAT MAY OR MAY NOT CHANGE SOME OF THE PLOT. The book is a work of fiction. Nothing had really existed, happened or is really happening. #4 in Teen Fiction : January 18 2016 Mr. Bad Boy Saw Me Naked. Copyright © 2015. All Rights Reserved to Aira Sakae.

Alexa Bree Hills a 16 year old emo girl who moved from Ireland to California you'll have too see why, but she met Max William Rutledge that may be the love of her life. Then something happened and she needed to get out of there, I hope you enjoy My AntiSocial Butterflies!!

Sequel to 'Stay In Place (Sing A Chorus)'. I didn't write that and I'm not sure who did, but you gotta read it first for things to make sense! This is just intended to give closure to those who were traumatized by the painful ending and want everything to be happy again, so I hope you enjoy and feel a little bit better about how it all worked out.

A piece of soul in ink, and unto the paper it spilled. A collection of thoughts that rhyme from a wandering mind.