"The word "It" he use, I am no longer a human being or have rights. I am just an "It" a thing not a real person. Just a thing. A thing who does the cooking, cleaning and washing in this house. What does he do? Drinks, gambled and go to bars hooking up with women. What worse can a child my age shall see? Well it just gets worse." A Child called It. Is a book of my life, carrying around the journal of my life and maybe the last.(what are you saying? Introduce yourself.) My name is Taylor, Taylor Ross Drybones. I am nineteen years old and possibly a pansexual. Well if you gotta know you got to know me. (Go on.) What I write here is no lie. But I am writing it all over again since it makes no sense. So yes it under edit it please bear with me. But don't worry I will continue writing. Trust me. But yes it is edited and continue just lie is keeping me on hold. Don't think it's on hold it is just being edited. Thank you.

For eleven years, Oakley Farrell has been silent. At the age of five, she stopped talking and no one seems to know why. Refusing to communicate beyond a few physical actions, Oakley remains in her own little world. Bullied at school, she has just one friend, Cole Benson. Cole stands by her refusing to believe that she is not perfect the way she is. Over the years, they have developed their own version of a normal friendship. However, will it still work as they start to grow even closer? When Oakley is forced to face someone from her past, can she hold her secret in any longer?

Sophie Campbell is a seventeen year old senior at Jackson High that also holds down a part-time job at the local coffee shop. The way Sophie sees it, there's no need for her to have a boyfriend in high school. All the boys are immature and she's lasted without love for 17 years so far... why not wait one more? However, when the mysterious loner at her school comes into her work on New Year's Eve, something between them clicks. Between crazy friends, a motorcycle and an English assignment, will they be content with just a friendship or will they realize that they might be perfect for each other as more?

As the time goes by her smile does too. A constant frown is its replacement. Tears. Hurt. Pain. Words. Is that her only fate ?

Stella has had a hard life...her dad was gone, her mother hated her and the most popular boy at school suddenly starts talking to her. Everyone begins to pay more attention to her than usual. Life then starts to get a little worse. The football players and cheerleaders loath Stella. Her mom goes further than usual and Stella can't take it.

Mason rubs his nose against my cheek. "I'm not going to let anything happen to you. If he even comes close to you I'll rip his head off." He starts breathing heavily and lifts himself up more, hovering over me."No ones going to hurt you, I'll kill em. I'll kill him." His eyes turn black. I start getting uncomfortable with how he's acting and push on his chest. Mason begins running his hands all over my body breathing really heavy now. "You're mine. No one will touch you but me. You belong to me! You're mine!" He roars causing me to slide out from his grasp and crawl backwards. ______________________________________ Being a guardian angel is a hard job by itself, but its even harder when you fall in love with the one you're supposed to be guarding. Will Mason be able to rebel successfully against all of heaven just to have his own angel? Highest ranking #36 in paranormal

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A series of letters to a once best friend, a series of letters he may never get to read. There are 73 days in summer, and that means 73 days of change. From a suicidal, depressed, self-harm addicted teenager into a (hopefully) stable young woman, this journal, written to my once best friend, chronicles my recovery. The only thing keeping me alive is a promise I made one year ago, a hope for a better future, and the thought of him. Many things will change, and my journey to recovery will not be easy.