Penelope "Dot" Frost; Independent, vicious, vexatious, angry, stoic, quick-witted, smart-mouthed, lonely, and as some would suggest, insane. Everything eighteen-year-old Penelope loves is either gone or being snatched from her weakening grasp. She struggles to raise her sister under the heavy hand of her father, cope with loss that is way overdue and recently reminiscent, and the returning presence of a beloved, arrogant ex-best-friend that betrayed her trust, formally known as Blake Adams. With all of these things occupying her life, Penelope does what she can to hold onto her bearings. She has to make choices that will build her up and break her down. What, and who, will she choose? UNEDITED with MANY TYPOS, a few clichés, and PLOT HOLES (began writing this when I was 14, bare with me).* Read at your own risk. *There are stereotypes in this story that I have sense learned from. I've debated taking this story down to fix them, as I see how distasteful they are. I have yet to rewrite this story as I do not have the time, but please know that I have a different outlook on the world than I did 7 years ago.

Willow is an outcast. At school, she's kept at a distance by almost everyone and everything, including her very own guidance counselor, all for three extremely pathetic reasons. One: She has angel bites, the two twin piercings above your lip. Some people find these horrific. Two: She doesn't talk unless she has to. Not exactly mute, but when she does decide to speak every now and then, people get overwhelmed. Three: She always writes the word "ripe" on her wrist every day in Sharpie. It's considered strange. Willow doesn't mind being an introvert... too much. However, when Andrew, a guy that everyone also labels as an outcast, starts bickering with her, Willow can't help to respond to it. Who knows? Maybe Willow isn't ripe after all... and maybe Andrew isn't, either.