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Behind it All

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It was a busy day at Preston High School. The roads were full, buses were late, things were normal. All until 'she' came along. That's when the school started experiencing drama. People were losing their friends. Those lower on the social tier's started coming home injured. Things weren't the same anymore. People used to be happy. Everyone used to have friends. The teachers had even enjoyed their job. That was the past though.

        Things are different now.
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The Streets by Taylor_Mcinzzz

They were trouble. You could just tell by looking at them. They didn't talk to anybody, besides others in the group and people in our school spread stories about them all the time. They were intriguing and we all wanted to be apart of them. But of course, they weren't exactly open to letting others in. Overtime peoples wanting to be apart of them lessened or went away all together. But mine never did and I knew exactly why. It was her. The way she held herself and the mystery of what not only they held but what she held to. I figured it would just be an infatuation from afar. But oh how I was wrong.

SILENT DREAMER by Joy_Scott

"𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘴" 𝘐 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘓𝘶𝘤𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝚂𝚒𝚡𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚗- 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛-𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝙸𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝙼𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛, 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚏 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙 𝚘𝚏 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚓𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚊 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚙 𝚘𝚏 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚜. Since she is 𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚗𝚎𝚝 to 𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚋𝚕𝚎, 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚡 𝚙𝚜𝚢𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚌 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗g hell Ғιи∂ σʋт ωнαт ωιℓℓ нαρρɛи тσ нɛя Edited by : @Love4Yoongi

I Fell in Love with a Bad Boy by Beautiful_Tragedy8

CRINGE WARNING! First book I ever wrote on here!! -- "Sometimes the person who you are willing to take a bullet for is the person behind the gun." I stood peering over the cold lifeless body that lay before my eyes. I had always thought of death the enemy, but right now, I blessed it upon the person who is now at peace. Sometimes you don't need to be the smartest, or the fastest, but you do need to be wisest. They say the blood runs deeper than water, and I believe it, because even though the people that we love can turn on us and begin to hate us, they are only human, meaning that soon they will begin to see how short life really is and how it is not to be wasted. People who seem perfect and they look like they have no floors'; they are the people who are suffering, like I was. But I found my savior in the most uncommon place. He was able to look through my mask, he saw the cracks, and tried to fix the broken girl that hid away deep inside the girl who only wanted to be seen as 'fine'. I slowly began to find comfort and safety in him, and I did the same to him. We were two broken people becoming whole. Someone once said when you pass, if you can count your true friends on one hand you are beyond lucky, and I even though I did not like the person that lay before me, I know that he once had true friends, including me. I'm a 17 year old girl who has suffered more than any other, beginning to believe that 'Hope' was just another word the people throw around. Until I fell in love with a badboy. Trailer to the side -------------------> Made By @Laura__1 Cover made by @Beautiful_Tragedy8 Copyright 2014

Secret Mind ✓ by sadlyish

"She's right! She's right! I don't cut in the right spot." My hold tightens on my wrist. The red blood oozes out of my wrist. I slide up and grab my bag and run out of the bathroom. I don't care if people can see the blood I just want to get out. I race for the doors and shove through people. I earn a lot of glares and glances that read "weirdo." I ignore and push. I run to my house and lock myself in my bathroom. I don't bother closing the front door cause I don't care if people come in to kill me. I grab my razor and cut deep cuts into my arm and wrists falling into a pool of my own blood. • • • Evangeline has a great life. Friends? Check! Good grades? Check! Loving family? Check! But what if she has secrets that nobody knows of? What if the only thing she can trust is her secret diary? What if slowly but surly she's dying inside? How can an innocent twelve year old deal with these problems? Will she keep on facing these problem till the day she breaks. Her school burns down forcing her into a different school to meet different people and she has to fit into a different lifestyle as well. Meet Evangeline. Now at 17 years of age in a new high school. Not all girls anymore. No uniform. Meet Drake. Your classic bad-boy. He just moved to Saint Abigail high school. He is assigned partners with the quiet, calm, unnoticed Evangeline. As time progresses he finds that she isn't as happy on the inside as she is on the outside. Can he save her? Or is it too late? • • • Some rude language. Depression and cutting. Don't say I didn't warn you. Okay, I wrote this at the start of this year (may 2016) and I had very poor writing skills. This book hasn't been edited and the whole idea is cliche so I wouldn't recommend you read it but I'm not stopping you, either. Read at your own risk. • • • Copyright © 2017 by -moonlust. All rights reserved.

Who Was She? by TheWitheringMind

In the 1930s, in a highschool called Ashford Academy. A journalist by the name Esther Charlene shares her experiences at the school. Esther was an interesting one. She always hated school, until sudden mysterious death's happened in the school. She never made a lot of friends, since she wasn't a fan of the friendship thing. Later on she befriends a girl named Heather Marlene. As Esther's friendship grows, what will it grow to? What is Heather Marlene to Esther? To continue, There was a girl whose nose never stopped bleeding. Rumors always filled the school, like a virus. Nobody knows who the girl really is. Esther calls her ' sakodo' but she was given the name slit-faced girl by the people who saw her. But those people that feared or saw her died the next day. Why do people die the same? How do people die? Most importantly, what killed them? One day the girl suddenly disappears. Nobody knows where. A few days after she disappeared, all that was left of her was forgotten. Nobody knew who she was. All traces of her were gone. What really happened to that girl? What was her name? Where did she disappear to? What was the girl's backstory? As the story unfolds. The truths are exposed. Nobody knows. Not even you. (Some chapters may be short so I apologize! I wrote this story a while back and never posted it or shared it, so again I apologize for the short chapters but I sadly won't add more to the short chapters so bare with me 😅)

Memories by ilcool

During school Alexis suffers from a fall and loses her memories. Now five long years later after staying in a coma , she is finally out. She starts to question herself about what really happened that day . Would she be able to accept what really happened or would it be too much? Was it all her fault? Every thing gets a bit out of hand as she is stalked by her killer. Started on 14 July , finished on 14 October. Please don't copy , if this looks similar to any stories you have read , it's just a mere coincidence. If you don't have anything nice to say don't say anything. Other than that enjoy.xxx

Down the Drain by Call_Me_Hanaki

He felt weak.He felt sick.He felt pain. But why?He had a normal day yesterday.He stayed at the dorms,he hanged out with his friends,he bonded with everyone,he didn't even train! So why?Why does he felt so sick. "𝐶𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ!𝐶𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ!" He looked at his hand. Blood... What's happening to Izuku? ........................................................................... Based on an actual event that happened to me during middle school. The only difference is that it's less embarrassing and a whole lot more angsty... This is what happens when I can't sleep so I think about story plots and at the same time remembering embarrassing moments during elementary- ........................................................................... Mha does not belong to me. Only the cover and the fanfic/one-shot.

Resurgence by annelystic

WORK IN PROGRESS‼️ ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── There was no noise; I was at peace, and ironically, the stone-cold pavement never seemed warmer as my blood oozed out of me and around me like a painted canvas. I was slowly losing consciousness, but my mind never seemed happier now that I was dying. The white walls with big bright lights did not resemble heaven; in fact, it was quite the opposite. I thought I had died. When I came to, I found myself in this strange place, disoriented and confused. I looked around and found another five pairs of eyes looking at me with the same emotion swirling in their gaze. Now, 15 years later, I train with these girls. Our makers take care of us, feed us, and make sure we are clean, healthy, and fit. Some of us never had that; that's probably why it took so long for us to realize we were being used. The dirty work they made us do, none of us questioned it. How could we when we were taken off the streets? For a chance at normalcy, we settled for anything, even if that meant blurring the lines of right and wrong. After a mission gone haywire, we started noticing, and now we strike back to take our voices and reclaim the power that was used on us as a way to control us. After all, they are the ones who trained us; we are just returning our long-overdue favour. ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── Rankings : Featured in Mystery-thriller #5 in Mystery-thriller on 7/12/24

Such The Liar Painted Me by Emmawatson-fan

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Into the Velvet by help-me-think-of-one

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The Streets

They were trouble. You could just tell by looking at them. They didn't talk to anybody, besides others in the group and people in our school spread stories about them all the time. They were intriguing and we all wanted to be apart of them. But of course, they weren't exactly open to letting others in. Overtime peoples wanting to be apart of them lessened or went away all together. But mine never did and I knew exactly why. It was her. The way she held herself and the mystery of what not only they held but what she held to. I figured it would just be an infatuation from afar. But oh how I was wrong.