My name is Katy Woodland and I'm Christian. I go to Franklin High, and I'm a freshman. I get bullied a lot, because I'm Christian, but I am not going to let that bring me or my love of God down. NEVER!

No, I am not a doctor, or a college student who is studying to be a psychologist, I am even better. I am someone who knows how a child's mind works first hand. How? Because I am one. This is my take on child psychology, and what I think about the minds of children. I hope that it is helpful to you.:) -xXSaraXx [Yikes this is old- my writing and grammatical abilities cannot be graded off this book. However, I'll leave it here for those of you who've taken an interest in it. ]

I wasn't always good with social relationships. I still had friends , and yet I always felt lonely ; I couldn't express what I was truly thinking , however, I might've found a way ...

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Some cool facts, research, and information on topics in psychology Hope you all enjoy!! *I TAKE NO CLAIMS IN THE WRITING OR STUDY OF POSTED TOPICS. I'm simply just sharing/informing by posting multiple sources into one concise thread* https://www.apa.org https://psychcentral.com https://www.mayoclinic.org

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Piled up with books in the shelf of my heart, I wrote a new page for every life that ever crossed my way, Giving it the beauty that it deserves, I played my part, Then I kept it back slowly, and again started from the start. Go ahead and have a look!

To what I owe him the pleasure of walking out of my life, for the accidental falling into the palm of his hands to be toyed with until I couldn't take it no more. To what I owe him of being the bank teller for all his much needed loans, to all his self improving speeches. To what do I owe myself, turning over my mind, body and spirit to a man that felt so immaculate, that the name of god was the only one he thought he possessed. To what do I owe myself... A BeautyAndTheBrain Original Urban Novel

"Well, well, well. Who do we got here?" An annoying voice mocked me. I clenched my teeth and faced him with a glare, while his eyes raked my whole body. Again. He stopped in my thighs, his eyes widening a little. I couldn't help but pity myself. Surely he's never seen legs like mine, with his sex crimes he's probably used to seeing long, thin, sexy legs, while mine are short, strong, but stubby. "What do you want?" I snarled. His eyes came back to mine, and he smirked."Chill ThunderThighs." I gave him a mean look, is he seriously insulting me right now ? ☆☆☆☆ Disclaimer:I'm still editing the first few chapters but i promise you it gets better:)

A fifteen year old girl named Racheal is forced to live with her 74 year old grandmother when her parents are killed in a tragic car accident. After her sick grandma is forced to stay in the hospital and is not able to take care of Racheal, she soon passes away and Racheal has no family to take care of her, and just like she becomes an orphan girl. She meets new people and makes new friends, and even finds love. But you have to have a little rain before you can have a rainbow.