"Their love as black and white as piano keys and permanent ink." -@ElusiveWyatt- -@toepeechufter- --Tysm @Kirstin_Fanacc for the cover ❤--

THE NEW GENERATION IS FINALLY HERE: Aliyah Alsina, daughter of the once infamous August Alsina. At eighteen years old, Aliyah has found a way to deal with being a daughter of one of the most famous R&B artist there was years ago. With a strong foundation of family and friends behind her, she's well educated and well behaved when she wants to be. The last thing anyone would expect for her to do is have the opposite of herself in her company. Can she beat all the odds that are set agaisnt her? August Alsina Jr, son of the once infamous August Alsina. With his biological mother barely in his life by choice, and all his of medical conditions hendering him from the things he loves, Can he beat all the odds that are agaisnt him and pull through? Amara Baker, daughter of the now retired rapper, Machine Gun Kelly. Bestfriends with Aliyah. With her mother and father's estranged relationship, and her self-proclaimed title as bad girl, Will Amara learn from her crazy, wild and outrageous ways? Or will she live up to everyone's expectations of her? Can she beat all the odds and change for the better? Marcus Richmond, The one you expect to see fail. With his horrible attitude, loose mouth and his street style life, Marcus doesn't care about much, and never has. School is never an priority for him, meaning his education isn't either. Pratically excepting the fact that he'll probably never graduate, Marcus spends more time in the streets than anywhere else. But with some a help of someone new in his life, will Marcus beat all the odds and walk the stage with the rest of his class, or settle for the typical sterotype role that everyone thinks he will be?

Each struggling with their own internal issues, 'Unhinged' delves into the minds of young Scott and Mitch, destined to be together but finding it hard to get their 'forever'. These schoolboys fight battles together when it comes to discrimination and realising the true importance of wellbeing. Hand in hand they will persevere, and hand in hand they will win. Thank you so much to @/alcohoying on instagram for the amazing edit of Scomiche (cover photo)

"You're an asshole," I blurted. "You're such an asshole that your actual asshole is jealous." Silence. What the hell did I just say? Out of all the insults, I choose one that makes the least sense? Damn it, why couldn't I just have been born normal... Wait, never mind. Psh, screw sanity. "Can we keep her?" Tyler suddenly says, bouncing on his tippy toes. "Please, Keith? Can we keep her? Huh, huh, huh?" What am I, a pet? "Keith" whipped his head towards Tyler so fast I could've sworn I heard a crack. "Keep her?" he echoed. "No, Tyler, we can not keep her." Thank you. "She's utterly useless to us, and you want to keep her?" I gasped, placing a hand over my chest. Useless? Damn, these people are rude as hell. "But," Tyler whined, walking over to me. I tensed all over when he squished my cheeks together. "Look at how adorable she is. She's just so innocent... you'd never suspect anything bad from her." Keith expression changed, to one I knew very well from my experiences with Val. Lightbulb. "Tyler, you are a genius," Keith says. Tyler's hands stop squishing my cheeks. "I am?" "He is?!" everyone else says. Keith doesn't reply, just keeps on grinning wickedly. And suddenly I have a feeling that I am not gonna make it out of here alive. - WARNING: VERY CRINGE WORTHY MATERIAL NOW AVAILABLE TO PURCHASE http://www.lulu.com/shop/angel-zenith/the-gangleader-kidnapped-me/paperback/product-23087208.html Highest Rank: #1 in Humor April 19, 2015 CoAuthor: DreamCreature

Scott's vision is fuzzy. Hazy. Unfocused like it hasn't been since the LASIK. He vaguely wonders why, but his head hurts so much he's distracted and can't figure it out. He thinks for a second that he's drunk. That he's given himself the mother of all hangovers. But his shoulder and his arm and his chest and his side and his leg also hurt-shit, his shoulder really hurts-and he's never been drunk enough for that to happen before. Plus, if he's not mistaken, that's his steering wheel in front of him, through the haze and the dust and the noise and the red and whatever the deflated white thing is. Regardless of how drunk he's been, he would never be drunk in the driver's seat of his car. Fuck. Fuck, he hurts. The spiderweb pattern across his windshield is kinda pretty though, sparkling like that in the sun. Blink.