Sidelines Stories

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Two teenagers, Two completely different personalities, And one white washed location. ----- #104 in teen fiction: 03/11/2016 #44 in short story: 11/07/2017 ----- Detailed synopsis inside.

Parties? People? Phobia of dancing? Not really. Just Wilson and his inexplicable shyness. I entered this at the youngstar smth contest before lol and i just thought of publishing it bc y not + i'll be publishing an edited version soon, bc y not

22 year old Shia is in a relationship with Calvin. But Calvin's obssessive ex Kiealah will not mind her business. She pops out of random places to get into other people's business. This makes Shia past furious. Will it eventually lead up to Shia and Calvin's breakup? Will it be for the better or worst? The story takes a dramatic unexpected turn.

These bold sidelines today

Poems i write when im depressed

''Because sometimes, you're better off not being the center of attention''

Hi, I'm Rochelle. This book is about people with cute middle school crushes...but with my point of view.

I glared at him. "Well excuse me for being human." I sighed. "I just want to be like her too. I want to be able to be brave and beautiful and smart. I don't want to be on the sidelines anymore and watch everyone else take action and change the world and get everything they want." "Then don't." I glanced at him. "What do you mean?" "Don't stay on the sidelines. Be brave and act, just like you want." * * * Kaya Rivers considers herself to be the sideliner. The main character's best friend. The one who always watches as everyone lives their life to the fullest. She's constantly overshadowed and overlooked and she wants change. So will a kidnapping, new friends, love and the discovery of a whole new world force her to step out of the shadows? Yes it will. But how you ask? Well, it all started with a video. . .

I played the flute, you played football. Band Geek Pride.

Dear diary, I am Moira Leigh Lowery. Nobody knows me except my best friends and my enemy. I am the girl at the sidelines. No one knows me and I would like to keep it that way. Nobody else knows me. Or so I think nobody else knows me. ____________________________________ But she thought wrong. Moira is the girl nobody gives a second glance. In fact, nobody even cares to look at her, to study her, to know her. Nobody even gives a darn damn about her. She likes to keep it that way. But she was wrong. Somebody did know her. Scratch that. Somebody hot did know her. And she hates it. ------------------------------ CONTAINS BOTH GRAMMATICAL AND TYPOGRAPHICAL ERRORS. SO PLEASE EXCUSE THOSE MY FRIENDS. DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN THE PHOTO, I JUST SLAPPED SOME WORDS ON IT.

It's hard to tell someone else's story without telling your own. That story was Alice Variet's and Daniel Preten's story. The story of the typical bad boy and good girl. The bad boy interested in the good girl and the bad boy eventually winning her. But this is not her story. Well it is. Because I'm telling her story. But I'm also telling mine. Being black, wearing glasses and having the image of a good girl means that being these two's best friends is no easy feat, especially when everything has changed when Alice came back. People change. Secrets are made. Memories are made. Bad and good. Memories are remembered. Good and bad. But someway I will find the courage to break my silence and to say my farewell. After all it is hard to tell someone else's story without telling your own. But who I am? Read and you will see. You will find me by the sidelines.

As I sit in the room, I ask myself. Why can't I be in a group like the others? To be in a conversation? I ask myself as I sit in the room.

Avery Byrne moves into the house next to Asher Hayes the two have brief history as they have meet before. But they can't remember where. As the progress Asher moves on with his life and becomes this famous kid and Avery is just sitting on the sidelines waiting for him