Sidelines Stories

The outcast in her own world. She can see what's going on, but she is not included.

And at that moment I realized. I'll only ever be on the sidelines.

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.

Harry and Louis were a couple made for each other. Harry was a punk musician and Louis was the captain of the football team. Everyone thought they would last forever. They thought that, too, until something split them apart. Would they get back together, or would they forever be apart? Would Harry stop loving on the sidelines or would Louis turn into someone he never knew? (loosely based on the Wallows song "Sidelines".)

15 year old Kaja and 15 year old Liz have been best friends forever. Liz soon discovers that she is bisexual and doesn't know what to do. She tells her parents, expecting to be accepted, but instead, she is kicked out of the house and basically disowned. Liz tells her best friend Kaja and Kaja's family agrees to take Liz in. Over time, Liz begins to fall in love with Kaja but not know how to say it. Finally their love for one another is revealed by a kiss. But there is one problem. Kaja has a boyfriend. Will she break up with him for Liz or will she ignore her feelings for her and remain in a relationship with her boyfriend? Read more to find out! If you don't like girlxgirl stories, please don't read this or comment rudely. Thank you!

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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.

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.

yn has money and a good boyfriend . but when she catches him cheating she starts to ask herself "was i the sideline"?

These bold sidelines today

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

*this is an album* this isn't exactly a story, rather it's an album of songs I wrote. had no where else to post them so I thought, wattpad!

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

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.

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