17 year old Alayna Vincelli has a far from normal life. With her parent's divorce, Alayna leans on her cousin Shawn for support & ends up falling in love with his guitarist, Garret. She has one secret that she keeps from him, & that's who gets her through everything; her own therapist in the least. Alayna met Alan Ashby at a show & he becomes her rock. What happens when Alayna finds out Garret isn't all she thinks he is? When she starts do the one thing she swore she'd never do? How does Alan react to everything? What will happen when she graduates & moves to California to go to vet school?

Sequel to "Sense of Reality" With high school over, and Diana's relationships in tatters and looking much worse than they were before, she seeks out a new beginning at university. With Alan off the radar and seemingly no where to be found, and Jessica yet to answer Diana's plead for forgiveness, Diana makes a new friend in senior Erin Flint. There's only one problem, and it's going to crack Diana's world even more.

This story is over. .... in other words. It's just for fun.

Sarah Dawson is a 19-year-old girl about to embark on a once in a lifetime adventure--touring with All Time Low! Her brother Rian is the drummer for the band and Sarah had stood by the band through thick and thin. Especially Alex Gaskarth, her best friend. When Sarah develops feelings for Alex how will she tell him? How can she tell him when Alex's annoying girlfriend Liz is always around? Will she end up hurt? And what's this secret that she's hiding? Find out more when you read, "Therapy."

What is the best way to keep a secret? "Tell it to everyone you know, but pretend you are kidding" - Lemony Snicket. It turned out that Snicket was painfully correct. By the time I reached P.E. after lunch on Monday, it was tipping over the edge of eighty degrees, and my red hoodie had been stuffed in the back of my locker since Brunch. I'd lost count of how many people had gaped at my arm with shocked expressions and open mouths, curious voices unsure of whether or not they wanted to know the answer asking, "Did you cut your arm?" By third period, I'd gotten so fucking sick of repeating the same excuse that my sarcastic asshole side had leaked out. So, I'd been responding to my classmates appalled questions with something along the lines of, "Yes, I cut myself." There was a kind of sick humor to it - technically, I was telling the truth. Not that anyone would ever know it. Cover cred to RazorbladeKissesx