Unstereotypical Stories

[completed] Iris Edwards and Kai Philips have known each other since around middle school, yet they meet for the "very first time" in their senior year of high school. Iris plays baseball and Kai swims. What Kai doesn't know is that Iris has type one diabetes so will he accept her or forget about her? *Disclaimer* I wrote this when I was 14 years old and the language and kind of the plot is rather basic If you see any mistakes, just know those are from when I was a teen Cover photo is designed by me Mature Language Started writing: January 31, 2017 Finished writing: May 27, 2017 Highest ranking: #1 in Diabetes © 2017 Veronica Carroll Sweet Elevations All rights reserved. No parts of this publication may be reproduced, transmitted or distributed in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording or other electronic or mechanical methods, without prior permission of the author. All characters or organizations appearing in this work are entirely fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead is entirely coincidental.

Woodland Hills Institute for Juvenile Delinquents- the most highly sought after private school in Australia. That is, by the parental units of the teenagers who go there. For the students, it's a glorified prison run by people who are paid to say "Now, dearie." But they don't know how close they are to the truth. But with the new arrivals of Elsa, Faye and Kat, how long until they uncover the secret?

"They say we aren't defined by our high school experience, but if that is the truth, why is everyone watching me, waiting to see the cheerleader fail...." -Allyx "Ally" Walsh Allyx Walsh has never been the stereotypical girl, she has never been the type to have attention, boys, or even really friends for that matter. This wouldn't be such a big deal, if she wasn't a cheerleader.... "Boys don't like girls who try too hard" "Just be more like Kayla... Then guys will want you" "Use more makeup!" "Read a magazine" "Be more beautiful than the others, that is all that matters...." Why did she let this go? Why did she let them say that to her... maybe its because she is the unstereotypical teenage cheerleader...and she just doesn't care... Find out more in THE UNSTEREOTYPICAL LIFE OF A TEENAGE CHEERLEADER!

Beyle and Ayanna have lived their whole lives knowing how different they were from the rest of their families, but not knowing why. Then, it's all revealed as they're flung into another world they never knew existed.

Farrah Ahmed wishes for a cliché life, one in which she would have a pleasant childhood, become a rebellious teenage girl and graduate college with a huge smile on her face. However, at 22, she's drowned in responsibilities that chip at her resilience everyday, trying to keep up with the bills for her mother's chemotherapy. Her persistent job hunt lands her employment at Z.B company, the first good thing that's happened to her in more ways than one. Zayyad Bilaal, her boss isn't what she expected. Call it her obsession with the cliché, she expected him to be some brutish, arrogant bigot that's out to get her life, but she's pleasantly surprised to see that the handsome Somali man is nothing of the sort.....to her, at least. Like every cliché personal assistant in every stupid romance novel she's read, her heart goes against her will to fall in love with her boss. Despite the loss of control of her own feelings, she revels in the fact that she's finally living a normal life without the evils of her past holding her down. Its not too long before the antagonist of her story, in the form of one blast from the past comes barrelling into her life, and soon she's loosing grasp of her sanity as secrets she'd never imagine begin to unravel. Just when life had started looking up for her, it swept her up in a flurry of heartache and vileness. Farrah is made to choose between Zayyad and conceding to her mother's wish, knowing well that her picking one would lead to the loss of the other. Secrets unravel, facades are torn away, and nothing is ever what it seems to be in the life of Farrah Ahmed. ~Ameenarrh.