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Welcome to the Teen Helpline

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If phones can connect to each other, why can't the people using them connect too?

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17 year old Evora Davis just started senior year. She has never had friends or support in anything. Now going into a new school in Toronto with people who actually notice her, it's not the type of publicity that she wanted. Getting bullied, put down and pressured to do drugs, the only thing she can turn to is the Teen Helpline, available 24/7. 

19 year old Scott Mathews works at the Teen Helpline in New York. He has gotten the weirdest phone calls imaginable, but one particularly stands out. And she keeps calling. Almost everyday....All Rights Reserved

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In the Blink of an Eye by OriginellatheWriter

"9-1-1, what is your emergency?" "I've just been raped. I was raped... I need help, please..." "Okay, we can help you. Where are you?" "FAO Schwarz in the ladies' room." "What's your name, honey?" "Maggie. Maggie Isabelle Holbrook..." "All right, Maggie, I'm setting up your exact location into the database and dispatching an ambulance out to you now. Can you tell me how old you are?" "Seventeen. I'm seventeen. I just graduated high school a week ago." "Shit. You from New York, Maggie?" "No. I'm on vacation here with my mom. It was a graduation present. We're from Seattle."

Last July by AriHaruno8

"Listen Kenzy, I know I've been an ass and truthfully maybe you shouldn't even bother returning my calls. You're right, I've been nothing but awful since we met, driving you away yet desperate to keep you close" My heart clinches, but I dared not breathe. Too afraid to give in, too afraid that if I reach for the phone, I'll call. I'll call to make it right. I want to make it right, because this man affects me more than I ever thought he would. But it isn't right. I can't give myself false hope. "Please just talk to me, let me explain. It's not you.....it's me. I'm the asshole. You don't deserve this, you didn't. ..." He pauses and I hold my breath still, fearing he'd hear me breathe, yet, it's only his left voicemail on the phone. Not him "I'm sorry.......dammit!" And that's it, our one sided conversation ends and I'm more broken than before. What happens when your world crashes? When the people you thought would be there forever literally runs through the door without a second glance backwards? What happens with taking a step outside your comfort zone? What happens when that step outside that comfort zone turns into....well unexpected? Personalities clash, feelings are crushed and just maybe that one person you ignore turns out to be the damn life savers. Easy enough, but did I forget to mention they belong to someone else? Will what happens in summer stay with summer? The beautiful cover was done by @LittleRedConverse23, go check out her great work ❤❤❤ #thebuttercupawards2020 #RoseAwards

I don't understand you anymore... by CherryGirl19

** Trigger Warning ** • Disclaimer: All messages & names have been changed & adapted. This is a novel based on creating awareness for bullying and mental health issues • So you think a best friend is trustworthy. You think you can tell all your secrets to them? You think you can tell some of problems to? You think they'll want to speak you? You think you can be honest with them? Poppy and Livi were best friends at school but when Livi left. That all changed. Everything a best friend is suppose to do, became something of the past. Well with Livi anyway... Livi manipulated, controlled, degraded, blamed and insulted Poppy. Livi also played victim, to make Poppy feel bad. Livi always wanted to be right. Livi wanted power & control. Poppy was alone. Alone & self destructing. This is a timeline of events and story of self acceptance. A story of healing.

Snatched by pulidom

I'm not usually the type to make a rash decision. I'm the one that usually sits back and laughs my head off at the stupidity of today's generation. I'm the one that pulls her phone out when I see someone make a complete and utter fool of themselves in hopes of blackmailing them in the future. It's not necessarily nice, but it always works to my advantage. I never bothered caring how the others must have felt because I was not the one acting like an idiot. I never in a million years imagined I would be stuck in such a sticky situation. But quite frankly, I was just having such a bad day. All I wanted was a simple nap. Is that so much to ask for? A simple nap to cure one's rage after dealing with BS all day. No right? So please tell me how I ended up being hijacked by one of the most exquisite, attractive boys out there. ***** "You can let me out of this beat up piece of Poo," I state, frustrated beyond what is normal. "Where's the fun in that darling?" he taunts, sending a wink in my direction. "Are you freaking kidding me?" I rage, ready to pounce on this kid. "Nope," he pops, "Consider yourself hijacked." |Cover @kronus-| Copyright © 2014 by Pulidom. All rights reserved.

Hotline by skittles_are_lyfe

Liam accidentally calls a young, annoying, fast-talking, positive girl at work. Intrigued by this girl and slightly guilty for his rude first impression, he continues to call. Can this newly formed friendship lead to something more? and what happens when dark secrets are revealed? Read 'Hotline' to find out more. ----------------------------------------------------------------- Welcome to my second story on wattpad, I really hope you enjoy reading this as much as I'm enjoying writing it. My first book on wattpad is called Hello, feel free to check it out. Please don't steal any of the ideas, characters or events written in this story. - Previously called Subway Hotline - - This story has not been edited, you have been warned. -

Text me when I'm at school by risingvision

≫Can you please stop texting me. I don't know who you are.≪ ≫You have my number and you know my name. There is nothing more to know about me darling.≪ ≫Adam, you're the most annoying and creepy person I know...≪ ≫Aww I knew that you know who I am Jess.≪ ↣ ↣ ↣ ↣ ↣ He always texted her when she was at school. - Informations: [ C O M P L E T E D ] This story is entirely written in text messages or phone calls (dialogues). Some special (normal) chapters included. All rights reserved. 2016, G. A.

The Girl I Used To Be by SammyDBunce

Book 1 of the "Used to Be" Series Scarlett Fisher: the school's resident mean girl. Beautiful, smart (but doesn't let people know), charismatic, confident (or at least that's what everyone thinks.) The truth is, she's scared, Scared that one day people will see past her smile and charm, and see the person she really is on the inside. Scared that someone will remember who she used to be. ~•~ Now I know I seem like a bitch, and your probably thinking I'm your stereotypical mean girl, but I wasn't always like this, back when high school first started. I had a best friend who I thought I would be friends with forever. I was shy and timid, and I was foolish enough to believe what people told me. Back then everyone knew me as Arora. After the incident I decided to stop going by my first name, I had also learned that being mean, and not taking anything form anyone was the only way to get people to treat you with respect. ~•~ Arora Fisher: the girl most people didn't notice until they needed help with homework, the girl who was voted most likely to disappear and no one would notice. The girl who her believed in the good in others, who wanted to just give people a chance, no matter how many red flags. The girl who was lost to tragedy. ~•~ "We'll be broken together." He try's to smile, but he can't manage it and I nod, knowing how much pain he feels. "We'll be broken together." I whisper, after that we sit there, in an empty silence, neither of us wanting to be the first one to speak again, because it feels off, like the sound of our own voices might somehow break our hearts more.

Fix Me, I'm Broken by Ana11e1y

Walking into an empty house is normal to me. I guess I got tired of saying 'I'm home' when nobody is home to reply. It wasn't always like this. I remember when our family was close. Now we don't see each other any more. We don't talk to each other. We don't eat with each other. We don't ACKNOWLEDGE each other. This all happened after my 'Mother' killed herself. My father blames me. This is my story about how I learned to not count on anyone else but myself. I'm broken. I'm used. No one can fix me. But when the New Boy in town tries to fix me, everything will change. Good change or Bad change, I don't know. Only time will tell. I want to enter this story in the #Wattys2015 please help me out and vote and comment on my story. I'll really appreciate it!!! #Wattys2015 COPYRIGHTED Â© 2014 BY Anallely ALL RIGHTS RESERVED Â®

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In the Blink of an Eye

"9-1-1, what is your emergency?" "I've just been raped. I was raped... I need help, please..." "Okay, we can help you. Where are you?" "FAO Schwarz in the ladies' room." "What's your name, honey?" "Maggie. Maggie Isabelle Holbrook..." "All right, Maggie, I'm setting up your exact location into the database and dispatching an ambulance out to you now. Can you tell me how old you are?" "Seventeen. I'm seventeen. I just graduated high school a week ago." "Shit. You from New York, Maggie?" "No. I'm on vacation here with my mom. It was a graduation present. We're from Seattle."