In which Harry Styles has many many scars on his wrists and arms, and hears voices in his head, and Louis just wants to help and possibly kiss all his worries away ❁ ❁ ❁ ❁ [COMPLETED] COPYRIGHT © 2016, qualitystylinson please do not copy or steal my story, or translate it unless given permission.

Nylockee is a fifteen year old boy who lives amongst family and friends, but everything isn't always sugar and spice and everything nice in his hometown. Nylockee first discovered he was gay when he was raped at the age of seven and now suffers daily recounting his past and how it interferes with his present. Spoken Like A Ninth Grader is a story about a ninth graders transition into high school and the events of his secreted life of being gay in a house full of homophobic false Christians. Will Nylockee be able to survive his judgmental family and survive his quest through his very first year in high school ? Or will he crumple ?

here are some random poems

Every place had a past aswell. Not everyone belongs in this place. Some, wants to get out even if they do belong here. Him, he doesn't want to get out but he doesn't belong here. He's different from the rest and no one dared to talk to him. But infact, he was just like the others. No one's normal anyways.

You destroy, they destroy back. You distrub them, they'll disturb you back. Life is fair, it just doesn't end happily anymore.

"Oh my god Tate, what did you do!" I yelled. "I'm sorry I wasn't thinking!" Tate yelled back. "Well obviously! Now it's gonna look like my mom killed a little boy, it doesn't look too good that his dead body is in my moms bedroom!" "Lily don't worry about that I can hide the body and Moria can clean up the mess, and I do recall that killing him sorta saved you" *Completed September 28, 2014*