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Liberosis

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MissMarleneYoung

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"Who are you?"

"Who do you think I was?"

"A complex mystery in the form of a girl."


There were very few things that Astrid Johnson was exceptionally good at.

She was just smart enough to get by, just attractive enough to be written off as "pretty", just normal enough to blend into the sea of people that populated her high school. She preferred to go unnoticed, to go unseen, and that's how she spent the last seventeen years of her life. 

Because Astrid was exceptionally good at one thing, and that one thing requires her to go unseen. Ever since she was five years old and could write enough to just be legible, Astrid wrote down observations. 

About the places she'd been, about the things she'd seen, but, most importantly, about the people she encountered. There wasn't a single student at her school that she hadn't seen, observed, then studied. Astrid knew more about her peers than they knew about herself. 

But never did Astrid expect to use those observations to ascertain why a girl who sat two seats behind her in English killed herself.All Rights Reserved

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Rules to Feeling Lonely by LoveForPie7

Alone. A simple word that has always held many meanings to Ella, and starting her senior year at a new high school, solitude had seemed the easiest way to go. A week passed, bland and unnoticed, before her plans quickly get thrown overboard. Losing one of her most priced possessions, she finds herself making a rather simple deal with someone from school. His name, for her book. There's only one little problem; she has no idea who this person is. Laughs and tears, friends and heartbreak, and the past that comes knocking on the door. Ella faces it all as she takes on the search to find her secret admirer. ___________________ "I can't believe him after the texts, the letter, the flowers. All these months and he just tells me 'we'll talk later'", I told him, feeling absolutely frustrated. I am so damn stupid, thinking this was gonna be something special or whatever. "It isn't him", he suddenly spoke and I just rolled my eyes. He doesn't even know what he's talking about, the imbisile. "It is, you don't even know what you're talking about so shut up", I cried out, walking forth and back for the hundredth time. "Listen, I do and it isn't him", he yelled this time and I stopped walking, angrily turning to him. Can he stop just pissing me off even more? "Oh yeah? And how are you so sure?" "Because it's me"

Someone Like Adam by mahumwrites

"You know, it won't physically hurt you to be nice for once." I crossed my arms in front of my chest and groaned. "I don't want to take a chance." the corner of his lips lifted a little as he finished his sentence. "Well, you don't hear me complaining. The view of a someone so desperately working out is not a delight either." I retorted in a weary voice. "I bet it isn't." he narrowed his eyes at me and commented. Ugh.. Why is he so damn annoying? "You know what, just take your arrogant ass out of my room." I scowled at him, pointing towards the door. With small steps, he walked towards me. I took a step backwards when he neared me. He was invading my personal space, making me a bit flustered. The urge to push back his golden-brown hair covering his forehead was increasing with every passing second. "Gladly." he mumbled against my face and then walked past me out of my room. It took me a minute to calm down my racing heartbeat. ... He was a mystery, an enigma I wanted to solve. He was exhausting, he was infuriating, yet staying away from him was not an option. He was making me feel things I haven't felt before. Adam McArdle! Who are you and what are you doing to my poor little heart? ... #1 in GENERAL FICTION (23-05-2019) #1 in CHICKLIT (21-07-2019)

Life After Death by BrinaGirlie99

Imagine this: you're a teenage girl who doesn't have the greatest life. Your parents are alcoholic and abusive and at school you get bullied. Of course no one wants to live that nightmare. Sadly is this Selena's reality. She's been fighting a daily battle for years hoping for chance. No such luck, in fact things have only gotten worse. This time she can't go on anymore. She sees no other way out than taking her own life. Don't worry though, this isn't gonna be a dark and depressing story because little does Selena know there's an unexpected twist...

A Night Under The Stars((HiccupxReader)) by TheArcticWolf22222

(Y/N) left years ago because of her parents. They never liked you, it was always Astrid Astrid Astrid. She was your twin. So, incase you didn't catch on, Your name is (Y/N) Hofferson. You were tired of it always being her so you left. If that doesn't make sense why your parents didn't like you, lets just say you were a disgrace to the Hofferson name. Yea not good when your name is known for being strong. You only had one friend, Hiccup, soo you were sure it wouldn't affect a lot of people. You all were never thought to be friends. You never looked alike. You had no similarities. When you left, sadly you were found on the ship and was thrown of at an island. Hey at least they didn't throw you in water am I right. Anyways, once you got too the island you soon ran into a beautiful black scaled dragon, but it wasn't a regular dragon, it could change colors, sizes, and has fire breath to heal. Pretty cool right, well that's not nearly as cool as it being the offspring of a night fury and a mood dragon. Its known as a Color Fury. Your dragons name is (D/n). One day, you and (D/n) left your 'home' and flew off to find a village. With only a homemade satchel, a homemade book of dragons, a journal, and a sketch book, (y/n) and (d/n) took off into the night to arrive on Berk the next morning. A bad storm comes and you are knocked off (d/n) and fall to the ground unconscious. And that ,my little Terrible Terrors, is where our story starts.

Behind My Mask ~ A Miraculous AU by thylocalauthor

Marinette has had a difficult life. She firsthand witnessed someones death right in front of her on her first day of 1st grade. That was the moment everything started to change. Her father was arrested for selling drugs in her neighborhood. He was part of a gang and they kept her family safe because her dad wasnt an honest man. Usually, other gangs with shoot at her, fight her, it didnt matter. She has been to juvenile hall and has moved school to school because of her experiences with being expelled a lot. Until the first day of her sophomore year, when she sees a little ancient box just right on her desk after school...

Tired of Lies by MissYanxiet

*(COMPLETED) "The worst thing about being lied to is knowing you weren't worth the truth." He bit his lip. "I wanted to te-" His eyes began to water and as a single tear fell he looked at me and said "but what if you've been lying for so long you don't know how to tell the truth?" "I have and so will you." He shook his head, shut his eyes, and leaned his forehead against the glass. "And here I was thinking you would admit that you don't tell the truth either." I gripped the telephone as my knuckles turned white. "What do you mean?" "Come on Zoey I've seen you sneaking around acting like you're busy. You're hiding something and you won't tell me." All Zoey Campbell ever wanted to do was keep her head down and get through high school. Too bad it isn't that easy. Zoey is tired of everything and everyone. She is tired of being pushed around and tired of watching in the shadows. She is tired of pretending to like that girl that doesn't even know her name. Tired of pretending that she is ok when she isn't. She is constantly hoping for a better way out thinking she should just disappear. All she wants to do is scream but no matter how loud she screams no one can hear her. Don't worry things just get worse. Everyone thinks she's a "sick" girl and just another suicide case waiting to happen. I mean what kind of girl sits by herself everyday right? Zoey is running out of time and she thinks no one has tried to help her until her "special" speech in class. No one really cares about what she really thinks anyway. It just that feeling of pity. Everyone thinks she really is sick but she knows she's not. But what if she is? Maybe all it takes is that one thing to make her snap. As her life gets thrown into chaos and deep dark secrets she can't help but try to figure out the truth. Will she find a way to let her new friends save her or will she just end up as another suicide case? *Disclaimer wrote this in 2017 when I was 14.

Mine To Keep by syanalimax

The first time Aurelia Sylvaine Montgaille laid eyes on Nyx Margaux Krausse, it was with indifference. The second time, with curiosity. The third-something closer to possession. It wasn't supposed to be like this. She had been given a task: watch over Nyx, ensure she did not become a threat. A simple request, spoken in the clipped, measured tones of her father's voice. And Aurelia, who had never once faltered under the weight of expectation, had agreed without hesitation. But then Nyx arrived, and nothing about her was simple. She did not move like a girl who had been placed into Montrevalis Academy as an afterthought. She did not bow her head in deference to the legacy that surrounded her. She did not shrink beneath the weight of names older than empires. She simply watched. As if she were waiting. As if she were testing them all. Aurelia should have left it at that. Should have reported back that the bastard daughter of Lucien Krausse was insignificant. But something about the way Nyx held herself-aloof yet calculated, detached yet entirely present-made it impossible to look away. It started as a study, an analysis of how she operated. The way she tilted her head when someone thought they were being clever, the way her gaze lingered on the windows as though she were searching for a way out. Aurelia had seen people unravel before. She had caused it more times than she could count. But Nyx was different. She did not fray at the edges. She let herself be pulled-slowly, deliberately-but only by choice. Aurelia felt it the moment their game began. The first time she took something from Nyx without her noticing. A conversation redirected, a whisper planted, a hand around her wrist just a second too long. The first time Nyx let it happen. She should have stopped. But by the time Aurelia realized it wasn't just about control anymore, she was already too deep. By the time she realized Nyx was watching her, too, it was already far too late.

Astrid Lyraea by LuckyGoatDec6

"And why is it you don't want to work with anyone in the band?" "I don't like anyone." I said simply. "And that is the point of doing this group activity. But now let me ask you two questions. One, Why do you put up with band if you don't like anyone? And Two, Why don't you like anyone else?" Ms. Emma asked me, leaning a bit forward in her seat meaning she expects an answer from me. "I put up with band because I love my grandma and she was always telling me to be a trumpet. She died about a year ago and I just want to honor her memory" I say looking down. "I'm so sorry Jace." Ms. Emma says, and I look up to see an emotion I hate. Empathy. I don't want her sympathy. So I changed the topic and answered the second question. "And I don't like the band because they all like her. The weirdo. She's always happy, always talking with everyone as if they are the most special person in the world, she's happy about playing more music than any of us needs to. She's so weird that it's like she's popular. She's not normal, not right. All I want to say is pair me up with anyone but her. I hate her, Ms. Emma." Ms. Emma just looks at me like I am the weird one. "And who, pray tell, is that Jace?" I was a little shocked she didn't know. Or maybe she did and she wanted to hear me say it. So I said her name just to make her happy. "Astrid." --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Jace Vaughn hates Astrid. All because she is weird. Or maybe he is jealous because of how "easy" her life seems to be. He's always getting bullied by his supposed loved ones, and his favorite person in the world left him unwillingly. When a band project and a few mean words make Jace and Astrid's fates intertwine, can Jace forget his hate and learn to be friends with a musically nerdy girl? and maybe, just maybe, can he learn to love again?

Dielive [ENGLISH] by MiaVeranika

If I had another chance to live, I would reveal the cause of my death. I didn't die by suicide. I was killed! *** In her fragmented life, NADYA ANDERSON still has everything; parents who love her even though they are no longer together, an adorable love story like in a romantic novel because JASON SMITH - her best friend secretly loves her and popularity at school because she is active in various activities. Everything changed one hundred and eighty degrees when suddenly Nadya died. She died, but her spirit did not. Her spirit is intact, floating around to find out the cause of her death.

The Enigmatic Outlander by Pensive_rambler

Enigma - A person, thing or a situation that is mysterious or difficult to understand. That is how Shaden entered the lives of the Ravenwood High's students. She is both easy and difficult at the same time. She is also scary but approachable. Everyone is curious to know about her. To everyone, she is a walking mystery. That is until she bursts open and befriends everyone she comes across. She is now considered the bee in every hive that is known in the school. She gets along with the popular crowd, with the jocks, with the jerks, with the nerds and what did you know, also with the bitches. She is now, the most cheerful person in the school. Cheerful and the coolest. However, Louis Emerson is the only person who keeps stumbling across all the secrets she is so desperately trying to hide. And little did she know that he is also going to be her sanctuary and her fortitude. Will everyone realize that she, in reality, is a walking tragedy? That she has wounds which are new but deep? Will she be able to break free from her emotional trauma and fight her demons? Will the boy who she is seeking refugee from, bring her more harm than good? But the most important, will she be able to keep the secret in the dark? The secret which could either save or destroy her and her loved ones. The narration is not from the point of view of the main protagonist. It will be done by different characters from the story.

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Rules to Feeling Lonely

Alone. A simple word that has always held many meanings to Ella, and starting her senior year at a new high school, solitude had seemed the easiest way to go. A week passed, bland and unnoticed, before her plans quickly get thrown overboard. Losing one of her most priced possessions, she finds herself making a rather simple deal with someone from school. His name, for her book. There's only one little problem; she has no idea who this person is. Laughs and tears, friends and heartbreak, and the past that comes knocking on the door. Ella faces it all as she takes on the search to find her secret admirer. ___________________ "I can't believe him after the texts, the letter, the flowers. All these months and he just tells me 'we'll talk later'", I told him, feeling absolutely frustrated. I am so damn stupid, thinking this was gonna be something special or whatever. "It isn't him", he suddenly spoke and I just rolled my eyes. He doesn't even know what he's talking about, the imbisile. "It is, you don't even know what you're talking about so shut up", I cried out, walking forth and back for the hundredth time. "Listen, I do and it isn't him", he yelled this time and I stopped walking, angrily turning to him. Can he stop just pissing me off even more? "Oh yeah? And how are you so sure?" "Because it's me"