In between four walls covered with stained wallpaper; five teens found their freedom. [ Excuse my ugly cover, it is temporary until I find one I like. ]

"I'm so in love with the thought of us being together one day" Copyright © 2014 Perspective_

in which marcus and audrey exchange sweaters. © ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. 2014. N. A.

Jason Scott faces war grounds, mystic fairies, and mafia members on a daily---however his partner seems to keep him going and alive--and her name is Cibreo, atleast her gamertag is.

we met once in autumn and promised forever but God had other plans...(completed)

We may act cool infront of you but we're not the same inside. We're not always happy. Dont think we're always happy-go-lucky. We have problems too.

❝tomorrow, is the first blank page of a 365 page book. write a good one.❞ four pairs. one night. a new year.

She started out as one of the few girls that did not want the attention. In fact, with the exception of being addressed, she hardly spoke, and her wardrobe consisted of only sweatshirts, blue jeans, and converse. It didn't change a thing though. EVERY DAY WAS A WAR. In school, out of school. In town, out of town. Near or far. Showered by their demeaning stares she was and they made her feel diminutive and feeble. They hounded her: glowering, whispering, gossiping, pointing, laughing. Desperately, she tried to escape the judgment, but the opportunity was seldom. They simply would not stop. It was like skating across jagged ice. Chin inclined, the routine is effortless until you hit that rough patch; then you're compelled to look down, waver to and for, and eventually collapse.

There are two wattpad writers, they created a wattpad competition, and I became a contestant...and that's how this started. {entries for a contest held by @mykisskills & @frenchfry_}