"Give me ten days, and I can give you ten reasons not to die." Evan paused. "And if I can't change your mind by then, you can go jump off that cliff."

Meet Cassie Flizz, the outcast. She's the girl that no one ever knows, no one ever notices and no one ever talks to. She wears band tees, oversized hoodies, ripped jeans and beanies as her daily outfits. Then meet Ash Anderson, the bad boy. Leather jackets, dark wash jeans and black sneakers. He's like a lone wolf, yet popular. Rumor has it he's went to jail before. Both of them each have a deep dark secret, and both of them have diaries. What if one day, their diaries are swapped? [read at your own risk because i wrote this two years ago]

"So what are you listening to every day?" My heart rate picks up. No, he can't know. He won't talk to me anymore. I shake my head at him, hoping he hasn't noticed my nervousness. "Just music." I write with a small smile. "Can I listen?" He replies to my horror. "No, not yet." I write and then add, "I don't know you well enough." I give him a shy smile. He rolls his eyes calling my bluff. But then he gives me a smirk before he writes; "Oh but you will." --- Kayla's quiet and reserved. Not knowing that she's waiting so someone to save her from what fate has dealt her. Jakes observant and bold. Not knowing what kind of gem he's stumbled upon. Quiet girl. Observant guy. A few secrets. One train ride.

CURRENTLY IN THE PROCESS OF BEING REWRITTEN!

A collection of notes, a public library, two teenagers, and zero spoken communication.

❝The most rebellious people in society are the dreamers; for their minds are capable of creating incredibly beautiful and impossible concoctions. And those single thoughts alone have the ability to reconstruct anything.❞ Alice is nearing graduation and the stress is pushing her to breaking point. So, in a spontaneous decision to run away, she finds herself in the circus tent at a carnival two towns away. What better way to distract herself than speculating upon an entertaining show of optical illusions?

Dear Library Girl, I almost asked you what was wrong the first time I saw you crying. Then I saw the book you were reading, and realized that you were crying because of it. And I was interested, because I'd never read anything that moved me that much. I checked out the book you were reading, and guess what? I cried - just a little - too. That's how it started. Every time I go to the library, you're almost always there, usually with a completely new book. Sometimes you smile, or laugh out loud, or cry again, and when you do, I check out the book you're reading. That was it, really, until I realized how gorgeous you are. You're not pretty in the normal kind of way, but god, when you smile, it lights up your face in the best way. I wish you'd notice me, sitting a few tables away from you, reading the book you were reading a few days ago. I wish you'd smile at me. I don't have the guts to talk to you. I'm afraid you won't be anything at all like I imagine. One of these days, I'll work up the courage and I'll ask you about what you're reading. And maybe you'll smile that gorgeous smile and tell me all about it, and then we'll talk about all the books we've read. But until then, thank you for the book recommendations. I love them. Love, Tyler *The body of this letter is not my original work, but rather a prompt for the story you are (hopefully) about to read. Enjoy! French translation on @ClesteVrld's profile!

❝I'm starting think it's more than a coincidence that we keep going the same seat at the same time...❞ ❝It's better than being a loner, right?❞ ∘ ∘ ∘ The lives of two people who meet in a coffee shop [ mainly dialogue ] ∘ ∘ ∘

In which a girl can't go a day without an anxiety attack and a boy can't go a day without noticing

At 00:00, Cinderella ran away from her prince, leaving a glass slipper on the marbled steps of the grand staircase. At 00:00, I ran away from him. Unlike Cinderella, I didn't leave a single thing behind. © sonderingly