"How do you choose from three kinds of perfect?" * * * * * Most people know me as the smartest girl in school but my real name is Sara Preston. My life changed when I wore a dress with more sparkle than a disco ball The football captain who was my childhood best friend. An Honors student with the most amazing blue eyes and a British accent. My childhood nemesis who could disarm a nuclear bomb with his smile. How do you choose from three kinds of perfect? You just can't. Copyright © 2013 CrayonChomper cover by @FvckHumans

Abby Elliott and Van Taylor have been close for years. Close in friendship, close to killing each other when they disagree, and they even live across the street from each other. But one affair, a drunken kiss, and not to mention their whole group of friends that's been together for years, could really change things....

After an amusing banter at the library with a mysterious guy, Savannah hopes that it's the last she'll see of the bickering boy. Come to find out, he's a new student at her school who just so happens to be a junior, much like Savannah. He feels the need to stick around her even though she is the target for childish rumors, gave him the wrong number purposely, has all the comebacks for his pickup lines, tried to run him over with her car, constantly embarrasses him, and repeatedly tells him to 'get lost' or 'shove off.' During their many adventures, not only do they get into many bad situations but they make a few enemies along the way. Will his determination to befriend this stubborn girl spark a friendship between the two or a special kind of hatred? <><><> WARNING: I wrote this story when I was fetus- even more fetus than I am now. I was thirteen and I finished it two or three weeks after I turned 14. That means that this story has grammatical errors. So please, read at your own risk. --- I DO NOT TAKE CREDIT FOR THE PICTURE IN THE COVER. I SIMPLY SLAM DUNKED SOME WORDS ONTO IT. I DON'T OWN THE PICTURE. I SIMPLY FOUND IT ON APP.

Kennedy (Kenna) isn't known for her beauty. She's never been complimented on her appearance unless being called beautiful by your family counts, and to Kenna- it doesn't. Sick of being ignored because of her looks, Kennedy gives herself a makeover but it isn't very successful. After encountering a crying Marissa Rivers on the behalf of her obnoxious brother, Noah, she becomes acquaintances with the girl. After a chat about Kenna's failed efforts at makeup and how she's a nondrinker, she offers Kenna the help of her and her friends. Kenna graciously agrees but there's a catch. Kenna will have to be the girls' designated driver to the next few parties that they want to attend until she can do her own makeup which may take a while but what happens when Kenna accidentally gets drunk at one of the parties and Noah has to bring her and the other girls back to their home? She gets involved in a lot more than she planned. And it seems as if all she wanted was to become beautiful.

Stereotypes. I hate them. On my first day at my new school, a girl in a blue and white cheerleader's uniform told me I 'looked like a cheerleader' and asked me to come to tryouts. I almost decked her. Blonde hair and blue eyes do not a cheerleader make. Cheerleaders can be bitchy and mean but they can also act all happy and excited and they can drool and swoon over Finn Wallace – the hands-down hottest guy in school – like there's no tomorrow. Me? Well, I'm just bitchy and mean. So someone please tell me why Finn Wallace is suddenly chasing after me? *This is NOT a Bridgit Mendler fan fiction* Copyright © 2013 CrayonChomper

A Storm Chaser: (n.) a person who chases Storm Dallas is known as a Storm Chaser, or simply a chaser. I wanted revenge. He wanted to help me. I was heartbroken. He was heartless. I was a nobody. He didn't want to be anybody. We were a match made in heaven, the ultimate team. cover credit:: @knockturn cover inspo:: @soymilk-

Mason Grey was the biggest pop sensation since, like, EVER, and Natalie Perry was his girlfriend…or so everyone thought. According to Mason’s fans, he liked girls. According to his management team and Natalie, however, he liked boys. Natalie finds out that Mason’s been lying to her and everyone else. She can either sever all ties with him, or flip the script. After all, their love can’t possibly be real—it’s scripted. You’ve heard of faking straight, but what about faking gay?

[ChickLit #120 | Humour #442] “A girl should be two things: who and what she wants.” ― Coco Chanel, The Gospel According to Coco Chanel: Life Lessons from the World's Most Elegant Woman Cover by @weeknder

This is just me ranting about the annoying sh*t i see/read on Wattpad. And, sometimes, just random stuff that piss me off. ©All Rights Reserved 2014 #1 in ranting #5 in random #17 in teen fiction

My name is Anna. I'm sixteen years old and I have cancer. But, don't worry about me. I'm perfectly fine. The people you should be worried about include my tulip obsessed mother, her mysterious lover, The Dutch Tulip Man, and my delusional hamster who thinks that running on that little wheel of his will actually get him somewhere. Welcome to my life. Special Thanks to: Augustus Waters Hazel Grace Lancaster Peter Van Houten And of course... Our beloved John Green, an amazing author who can bring characters and plots to life and who made this story possible. A/N ~~ There will be the use of one direct quote from TFIOS for AIA. Details in this story were inspired by the book. I do not claim ownership of them. All credits go to John Green. All rights reserved.