{FIRST BOOK IN 'THE GIRL IN THE HOODIE' SERIES} {2014-2018} A girl moved to California two years ago. No one knows what she looks like. All they know is that she wears a hoodie. *~*~*~* "HOLY SHIT, NOAH! WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU LET THE TROLLEY GO?! COME BACK! OH MY FUCKING LIFE, FIZZY DRINKS UP AHEAD--" BANG FIZZ POP "...am I dead?" I'm suddenly grabbed by the back of my hoodie and pulled up from the ground and out of the mess of the opened bottles of fizzy which had exploded when the trolley and I crashed into them. My hands instantly go to my hood and I sigh in relief to find that it hadn't fallen off through all of that. I turn my head and look the the employee who's holding me, his face completely red and the vein in his neck throbbing. "Wassup, dude?" I smile sheepishly. *~* {HIGHEST RANKINGS: #1 in Funny #1 in Sad And #1 in Cancer apparently }

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'I looked down at the hills and fields below from where I was standing; I could feel the cool breeze blowing toward me, sending chills down my spine. A billion thoughts were making my head spin, I felt no fear, even though my greatest fear was heights. Right now, nothing could stop me. I just wanted to let go of it all, just to close my eyes and fall. I stretched out my arms, ready to fall forward to the bottom of the cliff from where I was standing. This was always my favourite spot, I had always ridden my bike here even from when I was young. And now, it would be the last place I ever was. I began to fall forward. I closed my eyes and felt myself be taken by the wind as I fell. It's too late now. This is the end for me I thought to myself as I got closer to the ground. I opened my eyes; Closer, closer..... It all went pitch black.'

people write about things that do not happen. they will romanticize this world in hopes of filling themselves up. they write like their words are food. but i have always written to empty myself completely. i will romanticize feeling nothing. june 1st 2018- august 16th 2018 thank you, @blushingbieber, for the wonderful cover! hr: #1 in poem 8.3.18 #1 in poetrycollection 8.15.18 #1 in poems 4.28.19

**MATURE CONTENT** Abuse.

"Jump. That's all I have to do. And it only takes one step. To leave this godforsaken world... to be free". Emily had never been the popular one. Nor the nerd. No, she was the invisible one. She used to be full of confidence until that night. Abused and depressed, she ends up resorting to the quickest and easiest escape from the pain. Suicide.

The Gone Unnoticed Series 16 year old Elizabeth Parker was the perfect child. She was the child that everyone wanted, the child that everything they did was 'right'. What nobody noticed was that every night she would go home and break down, the weight on her shoulders taking a toll. What she does to get relief may be considered wrong, but she feels as if it's the most right thing to do. So she continues. The thing that has saved her for so long, will now be the thing to end her.

In the pov of an onlooker on how a girl dies Trigger warnings: self harm, death,depression, mentions of bullying