UPDATED ONCE PER WEEK, SO BE SURE TO CHECK BACK This is my life. It might seem a bit dramatic to be so; but it is the truth. I have gone through some ordeals throughout my relatively short life span. There is a beginning and a middle. Although, as far as I know, there is no end that is soon to come. WARNING: Box of tissues may be required for both laughter and what I like to call "real tears".

{For those who HATE student/teacher stories, TRY THIS ONE ANYWAYS. I dare you to read it and say it was a waste of time} Alice 'Ace' Spade had fled her horrible foster family by the time she was sixteen and found a way to survive by dancing in a sleazy strip club. One night a man named Malcolm is brought in by his friends and Ace and Mal hit it off. Until the cops crash the club and discover that Ace is only seventeen and a runaway. They force her back to school and back to the foster family that abused her. Her only solace is that Malcolm is now her teacher and sometimes protector. But what happens when they still have powerful chemistry and a growing affection towards each other?

Nevaeh Dailey was normal. She had a family. She had friends. She had a life. That was before the attack at school. That was before the streets of England started to empty of the living. That was before the dead started to wake from their eternal slumber, before they started to turn on the race to which they once belonged. Nevaeh now finds herself running, not only from the monsters that were once human, but from the memories she wishes to leave behind. But as she scours the now deserted country, with a few desperate friends in tow, Nevaeh runs straight into four men that belonged to her old life, a life she no longer wishes to be apart of. Will she and her companions survive? Everything rests on Nevaeh's shoulders. A reckless teenager with a new thirst for violence.