"Race, what's goin' on? Where 'ave ya been?" Crutchie asked, eyeing the boy with worry. Race ignored him and continued limping to the stairs. "Race, get back over here. Crutch and I stayed up waitin' for ya, the least you can do is tell us where youse been." "I'm fine," Race mumbled, not stopping. Jack quickly stepped forward and grabbed the younger boy's arm, not missing the way he tensed up. "C'mon Race, look at me. What's wrong?" Race slowly turned around, keeping his eyes down with the brim of his hat casting a shadow across his face. "I just had a run-in with a couple of guys who were lookin' for a fight. I got a little beat up. Really, it's nothin'." "It's not 'nothing' Race. You're walkin' worse than I do!" Crutchie exclaimed. Jack grabbed Race's chin and tipped it up and Crutchie gasped. Jack's eyes widened too as he and Crutchie got a glimpse of their brother's face. Crutchie's face turned red with anger, his hand clenching his crutch tightly. "Who did this to you?" *** It's a month after the strike, and everything is going great... until it's not. It starts with small arguments with newsies from the other boroughs, and only gets worse. None of the boys know whats going on, but they're trying to ignore it, until one day something happens that none of them can ignore. A/N: Sorry about the sucky summary, I'm bad at writing those.

Poetry I write or I find inspiring probably will be dark and stuff. If I get deep about anything I'll try to put trigger warnings. Most poems are free verse, okay all of them, rules are for nerds. Just kidding we love nerds. Okay bye!!!

A whole bunch of memes based off of theatre!

Ashlyn August is new at Northview High. She's a freshman.

Someone needs to delete my photoshop app.

❝SORRY IS THE KOOL-AID OF HUMAN EMOTIONS. IT'S WHAT YOU SAY WHEN YOU SPILL A CUP OF COFFEE OR THROW A GUTTER BALL WHEN YOU'RE BOWLING WITH THE GIRLS IN THE LEAGUE. TRUE SORROW IS AS RARE AS TRUE LOVE.❞ - CARRIE, STEPHEN KING (1976) CARRIE WHITE was an easy name to recognize after the events that happened the night of the prom of 1972 where she killed almost everyone in her class in a blinded rage with her telekinetic powers. Most assumed that after her house collapsed with her and her psychotic mother inside, she had died and went to Hell like her mother said she would. But in 1984, years after the incident and after the town returned to normal, the killer prom queen returns with a vendetta. STRANGER THINGS | S2 COPYRIGHT @-wickedthings 2017 AWESOME COVER BY @voidkhaleesi

A Heathers FanFic (Finished)

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Alone on those swing sets...