On a beautiful summer evening, Savannah Hart is working in her mother antique store when an old lady drops a mesmerizing doll off at the store. The first thing Savannah notices are the dolls haunting eyes, which she can forget about. Sucking and drawing her in, Savannah must escape the captivationg eyes of the doll before it's too late. (Give it a chance, I'm bad at descriptions.) "The doll was mesmerizing. She had blonde banana curls that framed her face, with a button nose and rosy lips and cheeks. She had on a beautiful Victorian dress; robin’s egg blue and eggshell white, lacy and long, with a mandarin collar and a matching parasol clutched in her dainty little hand. White Mary Janes adorned her feet. The doll was quite magnificent. The most magnificent part of the doll was her eyes. I couldn’t be sure of their colour, because as I moved to different angles to admire her, her eyes transformed from a sea blue to violet. The eyes seemed to pierce into me to draw me in…

I wrote these poems when I was 15 years old; I was being bullied and needed a way to vent my emotional frustration. Other than being bullied I have never personally experienced any of these terrible things that have happened to so many innocent people.

This is about how i see things that is leading to tragedy.

Cassidy was abused, raped, and kicked out because of her pregnancy. A true story of a homeless teen mom. ***I hope her story will inspire you to do great things like volunteer work. I hope you will want to go and do something about poverty, homelessness, and/or sicknessess.

When I was 5 years old I was raped by a man. I was alone playing at our backyard when my addict neighbor drag me somewhere I dont remember . He raped me countless times and sliced my small tummy with a scissor. I was left to die, but miracle happened and I survived. I became gay because of that experience. Maybe, just maybe, because of the traumatic incident that happened to me I never let myself trust anyone, not my teachers, classmates, friends, but except for one person who I treasure the most, Nathaniel Gregory my best friend . I don't want to lose my best friend. I like him but I don't want to let him know because he is straight as an arrow. I'm afraid he might get mad at me and leave me alone. His the only one I have, I can't afford to lose this special person. That's why I hook every guy that interest me, or it would be proper to say that reminds me of him. Even if it's just his replacement I want to convince myself that it's better than losing him forever. I don't have permanent partners, even a single night with someone like Nate is enough. Pathetic right? I always run to him when I have problems and he would always listen to me, it's his fault why sometimes I'm hard headed, he spoils me a lot. But I know, that no matter how special I am to him, he would never love me the way I love him. The question is: If he finds out, will he love me back?