[COMPLETED] WARNING: I wrote this when I was in high school, which was about seven/eight years ago. That reflects so much in the writing of this book. Best friends Ellie Nichols and Colton Davis were inseparable all their lives. They stuck by each other throughout middle school and high school, all the way until they were accepted into separate colleges. Colton was offered a full scholarship for football while Ellie wanted to stay closer to home at a smaller community college. They had promised to stay in touch, but all promises are made to be broken. They lose contact and the only way Ellie sees her best friend anymore is watching him play on t.v. But all of that changes when Ellie's counselor gives her a big surprise, a letter of acceptance to the same school where Colton plays football. But with Ellie the teams athletic trainer, will it bring her closer to her best friend, or will something come between them? #15 Teen Fiction 9/23/2015

I ran through the hallways screaming. I smashed the locked door open causing my hands to bleed. I had to get away from here, there was no way I could stay. Sirens blared in the distance causing me to cover my ears. I ran. The police couldn't catch me if I disappeared. I couldn't change. My dad was a thief, my mom was a thief. It's in my blood. It's what comes naturally. Running through the deserted field, to our deserted home, I opened the door to find my drunk grandmother. I packed a bag and grabbed my money, this was the only thing I actually didn't steal. I left. Left the pain. My old identity. Gabriella Joy McAlester is no longer. No identity, no one knows the real me. Ever.

You can't stop emotions, or love, not with a bullet or with a knife. Creativity can only die when you chose to stop your brain, when you chose to stop seeing things. I saw things differently, I tried to see the full potential of someone, that was until you walked into my life. You were like me, except I couldn't understand you. Some say you showed mixed signals, k say you never showed signals. You were you. And I was myself. For some reason we, well there was no we. I was me, and you were you.

In a perfect world . . . We'd get to hang out with Amy Poehler, watching dumb movies, listening to music, and swapping tales about our coworkers and difficult childhoods. Because in a perfect world, we'd all be friends with Amy-someone who seems so fun, is full of interesting stories, tells great jokes, and offers plenty of advice and wisdom (the useful kind, not the annoying kind you didn't ask for, anyway). Unfortunately, between her Golden Globe-winning role on Parks and Recreation, work as a producer and director, place as one of the most beloved SNL alumni and cofounder of the Upright Citizens' Brigade, involvement with the website Smart Girls at the Party, frequent turns as acting double for Meryl Streep, and her other gig as the mom of two young sons, she's not available for movie night. Luckily we have the next best thing: Yes Please, Amy's hilarious and candid book. A collection of stories, thoughts, ideas, lists, and haikus from the mind of one of our most beloved entertainers, Yes Please offers Amy's thoughts on everything from her "too safe" childhood outside of Boston to her early days in New York City, her ideas about Hollywood and "the biz," the demon that looks back at all of us in the mirror, and her joy at being told she has a "face for wigs." Yes Please is chock-full of words and wisdom to live by.

"You must have forgotten, I have a gun too weakling." I smirked. "You don't have the guts." He swiped my leg and I fell, hitting my head on the ground. Pain shot through my head. He sat on top of me and punched me in the face. "Im not the weak one." He pinned my arms down and stood up. I swung my leg up from the ground and kicked him right in his package. He kneeled down, I walked over and kneed him in the face. I picked him up by the collar and moved him towards the edge of the cliff. He punched me and pushed me backwards. I tried kicking him. He grabbed my leg and twisted it causing me to twirl then hitting the ground face first. He rolled me over and stood above me. I went to swing my leg again but he kicked my leg. "And now Karene. You. Die." He pulled his gun out. He garbed mine from my pocket and threw it off the cliff. "What good am I to you dead?"