alrighty, i've been thinking about making a book about cairo and cc, so it's finally here, and as usual more in the first chapter! started: 2024/01/28 finished: 2024/08/30

Beca, 24, has been in the army for six years now. She enlisted right after her mother's death and has been pretty lonely since then. Chloe, 26, is an elementary school teacher and her life hasn't been going well lately. When she starts a 'Write a Soldier' project in one of her classes, her kids convince her to take part in it herself.

Camila is a pop star. She meets Lauren who happens to live in her hometown.

Y/N Hemmings tags along on her older brother's tour with his band, 5 Seconds of Summer, but when she meets a certain brown eyed girl at the Teen Choice Awards, everything changes.

Adrienne has,always had it rough. From when she was abused from ages 5-10, to bring sent to a large amount of foster homes that hated her. When a special person is looking to adopt, will Adrienne's life change?

Part 1 of the infamous series. Feelings appear. Sparks fly. Love rises. Problems occur. Please note: This story is now very old (7 years old in 2020) and I'd like to think my writing has improved since then! There are a bunch of cringey parts and bad writing in here, but enjoy and thanks for reading! :)

"How did you and mom meet? Like, what's your story?" "You mean The Story of Us?"

A continuation of my Lauren/You imagine from the imagine book

No one knows just exactly how broken I really am. I'm apart of the group that isn't exactly popular but we're not unpopular either. I have a good amount of friends, have a decent paying job, live in a rich neighborhood, I could go on and on about how "great" my life is. I have everything a 16 year old girl could ask for. Physical things that is. It's the things that I really want that I'll never have. I'll never be skinny, I'll never be the friend that is anyones first choice, I'll never have anyone that cares about me as much as I do them. My life is a whirlwind right now. Why can't I be happy? Why do I have to depend on a pencil sharpener blade to relieve the numbness I constantly feel. Why can't I be normal? I can't help but feel like I don't belong here. Like this isn't the life I'm supposed to be living.