✨ NOW A FREE eBOOK! ✨ Allison doesn't think much of her strange encounter with a psychic, until she wakes up the next morning with her yes's coming out as no's and her mouth saying the opposite of what she tells it to. Between her crush, fake friends, rude teachers, and the guy who won't stop asking her out, no one is safe from Allison's opposite day. 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐃 (𝐮𝐧𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝) - 𝟏𝟎/𝟐𝟐/𝟏𝟖 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐰/ 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐬 - 𝟗/𝟐𝟓/𝟏𝟗

A collection of notes, a public library, two teenagers, and zero spoken communication.

{ In which a plane has ten minutes before it crashes into the ground, leaving only ten minutes left for the people inside of it. }

❝Good morning. This is Target, how can I help you?❞ ❝Why do I have the sudden urge to kill my family?❞ ❝...Woah...well...shit. Ma'am, I think you dialed the wrong number.❞ ❝No. I dialed correctly. Are you any help?❞ ❝...No sé qué decir a esta chica loca.❞ In which a girl named Farah calls Target and meets a boy named Chance. Best Rank : #1 in Short Story (8/27/16)

This mystery/thriller short story follows the case of Ann Dawson, a murdered teenager, as a psychologist pieces together the oddities of the town and solves the holes in the case.

Because some of us fail at love. | WATTPAD PICKS 3/2/18 |

So, I'm kinda clumsy. I tripped when I walked across the stage to receive my high school diploma, knocked down a ladder that was supporting my dad, and sneezed into a wall. Yup, you read that right. I sneezed myself into a wall. So maybe I am a walking train-wreck trapped in a lanky twenty-two-year-old girl's body. At least my family loves me-tolerates me might be a better way of phrasing it-but even with my clumsiness I'm still able to get by with minimal craziness and just a whole lot of embarrassment. A whole lot. That is until the fateful September day I find myself chasing a chicken into a wedding cake. My sister's wedding cake. . . on her wedding day. . . in the middle of the reception. . . in front of two hundred other guests. I've got a new number one on my list of embarrassing moments, but this time I swear it wasn't my fault. I blame that chicken, my grandma, and the stupid bowtie she put on it, probably hoping to marry me off, so she can have the best man all to herself. Okay, fine, so maybe it was totally my fault, but. . . This is how it happened ©2018 ℓαℓαℓαℓαwriting

❝ i couldn't tell you, so i wrote. question is: do i have the courage to give them to you? ❞ copyrights - all right reserved.

❝ this is probably the closest possible way i can ever reach you. ❞ copyrights - all right reserved.

in which a little girl goes mentally insane when no one shows up to her birthday party. [ ten chapters updated everyday ]