- It started with a mistake and then another, and another. This ended me where I am now. Prison. - - My name is Blaze Roberts. I'm a girl to be clear. I'm now 19. I just got out of Prison after 11 years, well obviously I was in Juvie but that was only for 3 years as I committed a few little sins to my fellow cell mates and the guards, so I got transferred to Prison very early. - - Now it's Blaze's time to return. Will she get along well with her class mates or go back to Prison? Will her past crawl back and posses her? WARNING. NOT YOUR AVERAGE JUVENILE DELINQUENT! ------------ Warning! Bad language and violence. P.s the first half of the book has really bad grammar and just bad in general. I apologise, I just started this book when I was like 15 x

This is an old version. I am slowly rewriting this. Please wait to read that one. It'll have some of the same chapter outlines but way better writing. It'll also have more characters and hopefully be more in depth as well as be longer and have a different ending. He thought he was a bad boy. She thought she was a psychopath. He was bad news. She was worse. He was angry at the world. She just wanted to have fun in it. When Ashila gets caught on the wrong side of the law again, her father has no other choice but to send her to the strict boarding school known as 'Prescott Boarding School a place for delinquents and troubled youth' she is downright pissed. However when she gets there she decides to have some fun. Her type of fun. When Rylan finds out the only other dorm in his hall is going to be taken he's intrigued. After all his hall is only for the 'Class A' dangerous students, as the teachers and guards put it anyway. However when she gets there and he finds out that she's a she he's kinda annoyed that they class her as a 'Class A +' which is more dangerous than him. _______________________________ A lot of colourful language and not the rainbow kind. started this when i was young so it's not the best. but i still put my heart into it so don't copy please i'm sick of it. Finished.

the one where tyler messages josh a lot

tyler watched as josh leaned forward, kissing her. "i love you." honestly i would edit this but also it's cool to leave things in the past. enjoy my old writing. ©2015

"I wish I could see space in everyone's eyes." Ryan loves space. Ryan loves the sun, moon, galaxy and everything that has to do with night. He's different, maybe that's why Brendon likes him because he sees the world through different eyes.

when tyler finds josh's instagram he scrolls through his pictures. turns out the guy has good music taste, can play drums, has nice hair, and is kinda cute. not to mention he put his kik user in his bio you will also probs be triggered by all the horrible puns and references sorry not sorry ----- lowercase intended

Josh drinks to have fun Tyler drinks to get drunk Josh wants to swim Tyler wants to drown

Ian isn't lost anymore. He's found Mickey. Well, Mickey found him. Ian has been hurt and all Mickey wants to do is take care of him. And Ian might just be okay with that.

"And I feel like you and I have something in common." He wispers. "What?" I ask. "Just like me your more than what meets the eye." He seemed even more closer to my face. "Your different I can see it. That's why i'm so interested in to getting to know you." All Bella south wanted in life was for her parents to love her for who she is not who they want her to be along with wanting people to see her for who she really was. Her being underestimated all the time for trying too hard to be someone she is not, finally realizing from a bad boy next door that being normal and perfect is boring and to embrace who you are because everyone else is already taken in life. Watch the underestimated girl and the bad boy next door grow close from their differences and their similaritys fighting the tough tragics together and end up falling head over heals for each other. --- This book is very sloppy in the beginning but please bare with me. Once the book is published it will be going under editing and the I book will be a lot better.

I wasn't different; I was like every other teenage girl at school. I didn't resist the bad boy, the bad-boy didn't resist me. We fell for each other—just like every other bad boy and good girl cliche. But, the thing was, I wasn't necessarily a good girl and he wasn't necessarily a bad boy. We disagreed (and thoroughly) when acknowledging different subjects, that was for sure, but we weren't exactly polar opposites.