Stereotypes. I hate them. On my first day at my new school, a girl in a blue and white cheerleader's uniform told me I 'looked like a cheerleader' and asked me to come to tryouts. I almost decked her. Blonde hair and blue eyes do not a cheerleader make. Cheerleaders can be bitchy and mean but they can also act all happy and excited and they can drool and swoon over Finn Wallace – the hands-down hottest guy in school – like there's no tomorrow. Me? Well, I'm just bitchy and mean. So someone please tell me why Finn Wallace is suddenly chasing after me? *This is NOT a Bridgit Mendler fan fiction* Copyright © 2013 CrayonChomper

Quick note; If you are looking for a French-translated version of this book go check out Lana_Rock, she has graciously asked to translate it and there are a few chapters up! New Description: Greetings, everyone! Welcome to my little fantasy land haha. Well, it's not exactly a land, just a book; an escape, if you would. If you're like me and like to escape away to something sweet when either times are rough or you just want to read then this book is for you! The title says it all. In a way this is also a timeline of how I grew up in writing, so keep in mind that stories closer to the beginning will sound amateur. But that's okay! We all start somewhere, and you can see how I began too. Please sit back, relax, and enjoy all the stories! Thanks for reading! ~Hurneth Old Description: Hello Dragon Riders!!! I am back from Gannondork's lair and I am happy to say I am still in one piece! Thanks to Link, Marth, Lucina and my besties Huntress and Scar. If it weren't for them, I wouldn't have gotten out of the crumbling fortress in time. (And I most likely would have gone insane without them) Anywho. This is a gift for all of you who have been patient for a month. I have also wanted to do this for a loooooong time. So without further a due, I give you, SSB one shots! Enjoy! P.s. Yeah, yeah. I know I said I would update all things by the 25th. But I got excited. So I gave you this one story earlier. Also, disclaimer, all of the lovely art belongs to it's original owners and therefore if it has a signature on it I will be leaving it on there. Watermark, website address, or normal signature it doesn't matter, I will be keeping them on the pictures.

"So what's your name, miss America?" He asked leaning his side against the chair, propping himself up with his arm. Oh god, his arm; tanned and toned. It took me a second to get it out. I'm sure he could feel how uncomfortable I was and I could tell he thought it was hilarious by the look of his crooked smile. "Um.... It's uh. Ju-Juliette. Juliette St. Cloud." Damn it, Jules, get your act together! It's just a boy for Christ's sake. "Ah, that's a beautiful name," he smiled, cheekily. "And yours?" I asked, hesitantly. Did I want to know this cute boy's name that would probably lower my grade in this class? I certainly did. "Ashton. Ashton Irwin." Juliette St. Cloud is finally leaving Hillview, Massachusetts and is entering her junior year of High School abroad in the one and only Sydney, Australia. On her first day of school, she meets the charming, hilarious, geeky Ashton Irwin in her Creative Writing class. She is attracted to his cheekiness, but doesn't want to fall too hard, knowing she'll only be spending the school year there. Will she let herself fall for him, or will she keep her distance to avoid getting her heart broken by the end of the year?

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***The wrong girl is sometimes The Right One.*** Charlotte Samuels thought she'd be stuck waiting tables at Marlow's until all her debts are paid off-in about ten thousand years or so. She definitely didn't expect a marriage proposal from the arrogant Brandon Maxfield who was blackmailed by his father to make her his wife if he didn't want his least favorite cousin to run Maxfield Industries. Charlotte's instinct was to say HELL NO! but she's stumped by a few obstacles: 1.) His old man Martin Maxfield is dear to her heart and has been recently deteriorating in health. 2.) She gets a million dollars if she stays married to Brandon for a year. 3.) She would rather like the opportunity to teach the attractive but awfully rude man a few lessons he didn't think he needed from a 'teenage gold-digger' which was his term of endearment for her on their first date-er, business meeting. So what's a girl got to do, right? Sure, she's young and a little rough around the edges but there's something her would-be husband didn't know about her yet-she's nothing like he ever expected. Thrust into the glitzy world a standard-issue Mrs. Maxfield would fit perfectly and rule with impeccable social grace, Charlotte will either have to force herself into the mold or break free of it, risking what little she has left for everything that she can gain. *** Copyright © 2014 by Nina Tippett. All rights reserved. No part of this document may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without prior written permission of Nina Tippett. This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, organizations, and events portrayed in this novel are either products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Images, music and videos used in the cover art and any of the multimedia content posted in this story are the sole property of their respective owners.

Nick lost Leah, his secret girlfriend, last summer. By going back to his classes, he thought he would be able to forget about the pain of her loss. But then enters Andrea, her identical twin, sharing the same classes with him.

When good meets bad He is the badguy and she is the good girl * Alice Montenegro een typische nerd zoals uit de bekende cliché films alleen dan wel de knappe versie. Ze haalt goede cijfers, een model leerling, lievelingetje van de leraar. Maar boven dat al het mikpunt van de pesterijen. Achter haar typische glimlach lach schuilt zo veel meer. Ze is dan ook absoluut blij wanneer haar moeder een baan heeft gevonden in het bekende Newyork en ze tijdelijk gaan intrekken bij haar tante en neef. Ondanks het zware verleden kan ze hier de draad weer oppakken en haar pijnlijke verleden achter zich laten. Maar het lot heeft iets heel anders voor haar in petto. Ontmoet Jason Woods de typische player en populaire gast. Elke jongen wilt hem zijn & elk meisje wil hem. Met een uitzondering: Alice Montenegro. Het is direct haat op het eerste gezicht. De ene irritatie volgt na de andere. Maar zijn ze echt zo verschillend als ze denken ? Copyright 2014 MijnWens_

I had 7 days. 7 days, to let someone see the sence of life. 7 days, to safe the person who I loved the most, of death. It were only 7 days. But why haven't I done it?

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