Dear Mr Sloan, I can't stop thinking about the way you make me feel. The way you turn maths into something oh so sexual.. The way every time I walk into your class a flame ignites in my heart in desire for your love.. I love how your crisp white shirt clings to your tanned muscular torso, showing your defined abs which I long to brush my hands against so badly. How I long for you to make your mark all over my body. How I touch myself to the thought of you in my bed late at night. For your hands to caress my body while we kiss passionately under the moonlight, tugging my hands roughly through your light brown hair making you let out a sexy raspy groan. I always kept that pen you gave me in my first year of school, when I broke down in tears because all my classmates were bullying me for being different. But.. you never thought I was different, you always told me I was special. That's why I felt that we were meant to be together, like our souls were connected the instant they saw each other. And nothing can tear our love apart, not even my retched parents. Our love will exist one day.. I know that we both want it. However long it takes, you'll love me one day, I know it. I love you Daniel Sloan and we will be together, one day. Love from your favourite student Tatiana xxx

Born with a passion for the water and a remarkable talent for swimming, it's no wonder that Rayne Bennett spends more time in the pool than she does on land. But when family secrets become unearthed and lies are uprooted, Rayne realizes that her passion for the water goes farther back than she could have ever imagined. When Rayne finds herself moving back to her quiet birthplace of Shady Cove, things start to unravel even faster. What really happened to her mother, who had (supposedly) been killed thirteen years ago? Why does Rayne feel such an intimate connection with the ocean? The answers, as she will soon find out, come at a cost so great that her life-as well as the lives of those she loves-is in grave danger. Though she doesn't know it, Rayne is the key to unlocking the mysteries that dwell just beneath the ocean's surface. She is the answer to the secrets of the deep. [ adventure #5, fantasy #6 ]

Finland is pretty bored now that everyone but him has something to do....what is he gonna do?

Currently being edited, along with new chapters

These poems are how I vent, they come from my problems and help keep me alive.

Read through the pages of a Safe Hogwarts, no dark magic or whatsoever. Will Romance blossom? Or will a tragic thing happen? Read and find out. This story is written by our youngest member, Erika (iAkire)

Catelyn Macintire had always lived her life behind the shadows--enduring the daily bullying from her ex-best friend, Chrissy Smith, having a secret crush on Eric Johnson for the past seven years, and simply living unhappily as the girl known as "Fattie Cattie". But when Madi McDowell arrives, Catelyn feels as if she's finally found someone she could call a friend once again. She's able to stand up for herself and form a strong bond with the new girl. But, when Madi falls for Eric, the rivalry begins. Will Catelyn be able to snag Eric as her own? Or will she go hide in the shadows again?

He kissed me hard then and I screamed into his kiss as my eyes welled with tears of pain that I had never before felt. The rest of the night passed by in a, slight, haze, but I remembered everything. I remembered everything I did to him and everything he did to me. I woke up the next morning in complete pain. Not only did I have a massive hangover, but every movement my body made hurt. I was alone in my bed, save for a note, on the pillow next to me. I grabbed it and read it. I'm sorry about last night. I should have known better. You're a pretty girl and I apologize for taking advantage of you. I paid for you to be able to stay here for a week after your stay was supposed to be. If you don't want to, just take the money. Again, I'm really sorry. -Keegan Lux Realization sunk in. My name wasn't even on the card, because I doubt he really even remembered. I cried, and I cried hard. I was 23 and in L.A. by accident. ** I awoke to a small set of hands shaking my shoulder. My pillow was wet. I had cried in my sleep. I looked from the tiny hands, to the flock of blonde hair. "Mommy, you were crying in your sleep again." "I'm sorry baby," I said as I mustered up the courage to sit up in my bed and look at my two year old son, without crying my eyes out. He was a splitting image of his father. "Where's your sister?" Did I mention he was a twin? "She's trying to turn the TV on in the living room, mommy."