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Weeping Willow by imaginator1D
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Chaucer Peets is a senior at River Ridge High School just outside of New Orleans. She's an aspiring poet preparing for college with her best friend. One choice will change Chaucer's life forever, will it be worth it?
TROUBLED (completed) (re-writing) by joietheboa_
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The worst feeling is when you feel nothing at all. The pain that hurts the most is the one you can't even feel because you're used to it. I'm Hayden Flloyd - Well that's the name I used to go by, I'm just a nobody now. I'm that girl you occasionally pass in the halls, and think "Wow, look at how good my life is. At least I'm not a freak like her." Cancer didn't only take my Mother from me, it also ripped away my Father. I only had one way to cope, and soon my whole life was turned upside down. After three years of being alone and shattered, I don't want anyone's help. But, I can't seem to make myself stay away from Ryder Fough. .TRIGGER WARNING.
It's Kinda Conner by joietheboa_
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I'm Kaylen Norra. Growing up all my "friends" loved dreaming about falling in love but me? Nope. My only goal is to make it through high school. Well, at least it was until, who my sister calls a "bad boy" moved in next door. He's to blame for my newfound bad behavior. The list of dangerous things I've done has matured to two pieces of paper since I've met him - and that is not a good thing. He says I need to live a little, and maybe he's right, life is short. Even shorter than me according to him. So, Screw getting through high school, I just need to make it through these weird feeling I have for the jerk next door.
Rooming with the Bad Boy by chocolateluvaaxo
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Being accepted into one of the best private colleges in the United States on a full scholarship was supposed to be one of the best things that's ever happened to a person, right? Wrong. Ella Parker. One of the most successful law students in the world, has been offered this opportunity. With no family, barely any income and a tragic back story, Ella decided taking this scholarship was her chance to start fresh and to try and move on with her life. Of course, she didn't expect to be sharing a dorm room with one of the most cold, arrogant, and meanest bad boy on campus. Caleb Hunter was smart, sexy, popular, and worshipped by everybody that had ever laid eyes on him. He always managed to get his way and never had to ask for something more than once. Until he met Ella Parker. When two conflicting personalities are put in the same dorm room for the next few years of their college life; how do they react towards one another? The odd pair can only have one of the two endings planned; Good, or bad.
Story Of A Lonely Girl by allamericanreject182
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A fanfic about music, tours, school, friends, family, depression and really crappy love stuff. yeah i suck at making summaries. Disclaimer: i don't own blink-182 (or Tom DeLonge). They own me.
Hero » l.p. au by funkystyles
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[✓] ∥ It all happened in a split second. One moment I was on his back, and the next one I was lying on the ground, watching the man who would be responsible for my possible disabilities run away. The woman was sitting and had her back against a near-by wall, and from what I could see, her eyes were wide and she was shaking. I would be too, if I wasn't paralyzed. Literally. A few hours later, well, just about 20 seconds in reality, she slowly stood up and observed me with horror in her eyes for a few moments. I looked back at her, seeing as that was the only thing I could do to let her know I was still alive. "Dear lord, child, what have you done?" She whispered, looking down at me. "I need..." I could barely choke the words out. "I need you to call the ambulance." Copyright © 2014 by funkystyles