An excerpt from Margaret Atwood's classic story, The Handmaid's Tale. This is a word of fiction. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. First Anchor Books Edition, April 1998 Copyright © 1986 by O. W. Toad, Ltd. All rights reserved under International and Pan-American Copyright Conventions. Published in the United States by Anchor Books, a division of Penguin Random House LLC, New York. Originally published in hardcover in the United States by Houghton Mifflin Company in 1986. The Anchor Books edition is published by arrangement with Houghton Mifflin Company. Anchor Books and colophon are registered trademarks of Penguin Random House LLC. www.anchorbooks.com

|| Highest Rank - #1 in Teen Fiction || Coral Stewart is a nerdy seventeen year old girl who is way too smart for her own good. She has already graduated and has been hired at St Martin's, an all boys school. The only problem with this is that she has to attempt to teach four boys History - and trust me when I say they are not going to make it easy for her. One nerdy girl. Four perverted boys. One History lesson every Friday. What could possibly go wrong? *=*=*=* Warning: There's gonna be dramaaaaa [Completed] Copyright © by Laylaa Khan

This book will educate you on puberty and your period! I will tell you the different period supplies, what to do for clean up, how to talk to your parents when you get it, and the symptoms of periods! Please note that all videos I use in this book are not mine, all copyrights go to the owner of the video.

Basically where I let out my random energy and things I would like the world to know. CAUTION: Too many intakes of random jokes may result in LAUGHTER :D

In Elemental magic you can be one of four magic types; water, fire, earth, and air. The only problem is Violet is none of these things. Is she what they call a magic dud, or is she something rarer, more powerful, and more dangerous than anyone could have imagined!? Teasers, "Em, most girls sneak out for a boy, you sneak out for a unicorn." I began to cry as it reached for my face."No!" I screamed. "Please No!" I went to pull back the shower curtain, but some nagging thought in the back of my head stopped me. I didn't have a little brother, so why was there a little boy in my bathroom? I gulped and with shaking hands pulled back the shower curtain. "What!? How could that be!?" I yelled, and covered my hand with my mouth. Shouting wasn't such a good idea right at this moment. If someone heard us and came up here to investigate the noise we were making, they would find a boy and a girl, a bloody knife with both their finger prints on it, and a very very dead body. "Don't touch her!" he hissed and lunged at Henry. Running through the night wearing nothing but a flimsy hospital dress, while waving a dismembered hand in his hand, was a strangeness no regular person could hope to inspire to.