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I Am Ciara McCoy

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They say I was perfection. A legend in the making at River Banks high school. President of the National Honors Society and Drama club. The lead in every school production. Leading the varsity volleyball team to state. The varsity cheer squad to nationals. Homecoming queen three years running. Prom queen shoo in. Colleges were already shouting my name.

      Endless amount of friends. Dating the varsity football quarterback and captian, Zach Hapcin. Even my family was picture perfect.

      I was happy.

      Summer before senior year. A hit and run. Tires screeching, trying to avoid the vehicle that had been turned upside down. People gasping in horror, witnessing destruction right before their very eyes. Cars skidding to a stop, doors slamming behind them. Incoherent phone calls being made, looks of sorrow on everyone's face. Footsteps of brave souls treading closer and closer to the rubble, pedestrians quietly walking on. Sirens wailing in the distance, coughs from the smoke beginning to arise. Heros quickly approaching, struggling to find the unfortunate person within the totalled car. The victim is dragged out, orders are shouted back and forth. Witnesses are thoroughly questioned, car ignitions start back up. Everyone disperses, as if they didn't just witness another human's world just crumble down. As if they didn't just witness everything I lived for being taken away from me just because someone was too prideful to admit that they were too drunk to drive.

      That night, I died. But an angel brought me back - Dr. Sonny. But, I still suffered memory loss, broken ribs, and a broken leg. Now, I question why I'm still here if I can't even remember who I was, if I can't even do anything that I supposedly lived for anymore. I guess that's for me to figure out. But how do I remember who I was, before becoming who I am?Todos os Direitos Reservados

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A Look Inside My Head, de 1MadHatterLove1

It started on a Monday. I don't know what happened after that. I started off normal. I was still normal, wasn't I? I don't know, I just don't know. I was happy, I should be happy, but I'm not. Maybe I am? It's like there's a blackness in my mind, and I've covered it with yellow. I hate the colour yellow, but it's what I am. It's all I am now. My friends were laughing, I was laughing, but it didn't feel like it. My face felt tight as I stretched into a smile, yet it fooled them. I shouted with them, tears coming to my eyes. They laughed harder at that, everyone crying out my name, pointing at me, tears coming to their own eyes. The hole in my heart widened. I didn't know whether they were tears of sadness or happiness. Everyone was rocking back and forth, and slowly, they seemed to form into looming monsters, with wide eyes and pale faces. We stood up, hearing the bell. The sun hurt my eyes. I ran after them, shouting with them. I was loud, too loud. My own voice hurt my head. I didn't want the attention on me, so I dragged it to my fake self; my mask. I hated myself, and what I was doing. I had walked off again. I'm not sure why, but as I blinked, my feet decided that we were not going that way. I ignored them, and they thought it was a joke. They screamed my name, startling me, making me sprint over to them. I hadn't realised how far I had really wondered off. I joined my group, only to wish I had kept walking. They were laughing again, their laughter hurting my head. It shattered my thoughts, echoed around my head, deafened any emotions. I shrieked with them. We were like monkeys, chattering together. Maybe not; we were too dangerous for that. Monsters. Pale, looming monsters. (Updates everyday day!!!) (Oh, and the picture on the title page doesn't belong to me!!! Credit to whoever it belongs to!!!)

The Best Kept Secret!, de writersosa

They say what's in the past keep it in the past but I wanted to know all about my past. It was things that I didn't know and that I wanted and needed to know! But my life turned upside down when my past is exactly what I should have left alone. Now if you ask me how it all began, I don't exactly remember but I know it started when I moved in with my grandma who I haven't met in all my twenty years of living. I have been in and out of foster homes since I can remember, living with families I knew nothing about. Being the outcast and them constantly asking me what's wrong because I simply did not speak. The only thing that kept me sane was my good grades throughout school. I got the satisfaction of doing the one thing that people kept telling me over and over I couldn't do. I stayed to myself and graduated high school with honors, getting a full-ride scholarship to any college of my choice. Of course, by having this accomplishment, it didn't make it any easier for me between my foster families. To them, I became the girl who was better than them. But I didn't care because when I turned twenty I finally got to start making my own choices. This is where I wonder if the first choice I made was the right one. The first choice I made was to go live off-campus with my grandmother during my first semester in college. I ask myself how could I be so stupid? But you will see just how stupid I was. Or was I?

My brothers best friend , de gobbycow

People say you don't really know what true love is at sixteen. Well I knew well before that, I knew from the age of eleven that Jackson carter was the one for me. Jackson was my older brothers best friend and also four years older then me. I First met him when I went to visit my mum and brother in America he was like a god he was so beautiful but as an eleven year old toothless girl I was invisible to him. Over the years and with many more visits we became close, well as close as you can to your brothers best friend, I would follow them around wherever they would go. My brother was so protected of me and all his friends became like brothers except Jackson my feelings for Jackson grew over the years. Now I'm sixteen I've grown I'm not the little toothless girl or the little girl who followed them around. My life has changed I have changed but one thing that hasn't is my love for Jackson. Unfortunately for me Jackson doesn't see me anything more then his best friends little sister. Now I've come to live with my mum who doesn't even give a shit about me after the death of my dad.My life is going downhill fast and I'm hoping Adam can pull me back up. Nothing is easy,life is hard and at sixteen I've seen enough hardship to last me a lifetime.I want to be happy, I want to live I don't want to drown anymore. Will my brother be able to save me? Will Jackson finally see me? Will my mum ever love me? And will I ever get over the death of the one person that ever really Truly loved me?

Fake Tales, de NotOriginal1997

"I don't know what kind of girl you think I am Greg" I mumbled. I was not the kind of girl who slept with guys on a whim. I wanted him, but not enough to abandon all reason. He took a step toward me, ignored my narrowed eyes and wrapped his arms around me. I wriggled and tried to pull away, but he only held me tighter. His face was impossibly close to me, expression serene to my fury. I could feel him already, pressing into my stomach. Fear shot through me, but the anticipation was equal. "I know exactly what kind of girl you are Maddy... that's the problem" He said simply. His lips crashed into mine, tasting every inch of me. I wanted more than anything to pull away, leave and never mention this again.... but I couldn't do it. The feel of him naked, warm and muscular against me rendered me speechless. I couldn't explain it, but our bodies seemed to fit together somehow and the anger I'd felt just a minute ago. That firey anger at him invading my privacy was gradually merging with the previous lust from last night. Now all I felt was an all consuming need for him to touch me. ....................................................................... Maddy Reynolds' life is a mess. Her best friend's brother Greg has just died and her two best friends Mel and Dom aren't speaking to each other. She has no one to talk to about her confusing feelings towards Greg or why Mel is so distant. Then at the funeral, she becomes friends with Tom Winter by pure chance and he seems to be the only one who understands her. And yet.... even he is keeping secrets from her. The sort of secrets that have the power to change everything. Maddy now has to decide to trust him or find out the truth on her own. Things would have been a whole lot simpler if she'd chosen the latter.

WALKING IN MY SHOES, de Weirdo00Lee

Madilyn is a nerd because she gets good grades and because she's socially awkward and in East blue high social status is everything, unfortunately for Madilyn or lyn as people call her she is at the bottom of the food chain or social chain yeah 'whatever you catch my drift'. Then we have Zack Rainford, one of those people who thinks he's better than others because he's the best at what he does which is play football, well he is technically the king of the school, coz girls worship him, teachers praise him, dudes wanna be him and well Maddy (as he calls her) just wants to get away from him. He has been her number one enemy from kindergarten. But what if all is not as it seems when it comes to Zack? what happens when an incident leaves Lyn in tears and make a dangerous wish That Zack knew what it was like to walk in her shoes...? Of course she didn't mean it literally but the wish went wrong and Zack Rainford, yes the hottest and most popular jock of East blue high wakes up in a chicks body. ________________________________ "Ahhhhhhhh what the fuck.."I shriek and spring into a sitting position, while touching my chest or whoever's chest this is just to make sure I'm seeing right coz I sure as hell didn't have boobs when going to bed last night 'im Zack Rainford for fuck sake ', i so badly wanna check if I still have my dick but I'm afraid of what I'll find under this unicorn PJ pants. I'm not even in my own room. 'k Zack this is all some fucked up dream' I reassured myself . 'or you got kidnapped by a psycho scientist who did experiments on your body for breaking his daughters heart' my paranoid conscious exclaims. I bring my red painted nail hand up and slap myself hard across the face. "Ahhh Fuck I didn't think that through..it definitely go leave a mark" I turn to look at the mirror opposite the bed and almost fell off the bed at the amount of shock I'm in at the sight of whose body this is. 'dear lord help me' _______________________

Runaway, de ikc_writes

"Catch me if you can" Matilda Colombo had been running her entire life, until it all came to a crashing ending. Being caught was not her thing, and everyone knew it, or so they thought that they did. Living in the unsafe outskirts of Los Angeles, which is known for making stars in Hollywood, lives Matilda Colombo. But none of this matters, when 6 brothers catch her stealing from a nearby stall. She knew, immediately, that they did not fit in, so she ran. She ran, thinking she had outsmarted them, but that all comes to an end, when she gets caught, and people start confessing to her. "You think you can run your whole life? Well, little sister, I've played your game before, and you can't outsmart the winner" But when things take an unexpected turn, can she runaway, when there is more people depending on her to be good, rather than bad? Does she understand that people are expecting her to throw her entire life away, what she has known for 16, almost 17 years, is about to vanish from her clutch and she has no idea how to explain that pretty dresses and high heels isn't something for her. "Yell and scream in my face, call me all the names you want, throw me out, but remember this, you can't change me. No one can change me. This is the person I am, and if you don't like it, let me know, and I'll walk out the door, right here, right now" These boys think they know everything about girls, having slept with half of New York, that they think a 16 year old girl, will be who they are after. They think winning people is the aim of the game. That people need to follow them, but what happens when someone sticks out, and won't commit to their plan? "You don't know me! You don't know a single thing about me and that doesn't bother you! You only care about yourself, and that's fine, but stop pretending to care about me" --------------------------------------------------------------- Started: 18.06.24 Finished:

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Static, de hattielynn

{COMPLETED} "now that you've had your fun electrocuting me, would you care to hop in the backseat?" ---------------------------------------------------------- Freak DNA. That's what I like to call it. The fault to my genetic code. More often than not, it's a curse. The static running through my blood gave me a name. A cruel, daunting label of a measly bug. A roach. That's what I am to them, to the government. Roach; the nameless monster with electricity for a sense and lightening as a second nature. It ruined my life, the sparking currents playing tag in my mind, running around and bumping into everything, shaking me loose. The government, actually. They ruined my life. My curse just gave them a reason. You see, the normal population with ordinary DNA, they don't know about the people like me. The roaches of the world. We don't get that kind of recognition at the camps. There, we are only one thing in the military's eyes. We are weapons and we will act like it. Everyone else out there, bathing in the goodness they don't know they've got, they don't know about the roaches their stepping on. As long as their getting closer to the sky, they don't care what they stand on to reach it. They don't know about the sparkling dreamer that's killed 7 people before her 17th birthday. They don't about the ghost of a girl peaking around corners for her entire life because even home wasn't safe. They don't know about the fighter of steel and iron sucking on his bloody lip courtesy of the wars he battles in as nothing but a shadow. They don't know about the masked villain who would do anything to see the army they lead claim the throne They don't know about us. But they will, because we will rise. And when we arrive, we will arrive violently. ___________________________________________ Started: 10.06.15 Finished: 3.17.16

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Forget Me Not, de ikc_writes

Genevieve Anderson, the girl that had been left behind and forgotten. In a town where everybody knows everybody, meaning that no one goes unnoticed. Nobody just grabs a bag and leaves in the middle of the night, without someone seeing something. Nobody changes identity over night, and is suddenly left with the care of their father in her hands. Forgotten over night, Genevieve changes the person that everyone thought they knew. Gone was the girl that would smile and wave to everyone, was replaced by a girl that had a need for stealing and getting by every day. She had been left with the responsibility of an old ranch that was no longer in operation and the care of her father, who had been to war, and was suffering from additions like there was no tomorrow. Gone was the girl that depended on her big brothers to open the gate, replaced with a girl that worked long hours at the ranch, before she was sneaking out after midnight, to drive whatever cars her brothers had left behind. Except, one day, something happens and everything takes a turn for the worse. "I left you here, for 20 minuets, and you have already let him relapse?! I trusted you, for a second, and you backstabbed me?! I can't believe any of you anymore, because you are made of lies!" Holding on by a string, Genevieve isn't sure how much more she can take, especially when people appear from the past she thought she left behind, when she was 5 years old. Time moves on for a reason, doesn't it? "I told you to forget about it. It's in the past, and nobody has ever asked me to do what you are asking me to do. You are asking me to put away my boots and hat, and stand in front of people in heels and a puffy dress. That's not who I am, if you had stuck around to find out who I really am. " ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Started: 21.11.24 Finished: -

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A Look Inside My Head

It started on a Monday. I don't know what happened after that. I started off normal. I was still normal, wasn't I? I don't know, I just don't know. I was happy, I should be happy, but I'm not. Maybe I am? It's like there's a blackness in my mind, and I've covered it with yellow. I hate the colour yellow, but it's what I am. It's all I am now. My friends were laughing, I was laughing, but it didn't feel like it. My face felt tight as I stretched into a smile, yet it fooled them. I shouted with them, tears coming to my eyes. They laughed harder at that, everyone crying out my name, pointing at me, tears coming to their own eyes. The hole in my heart widened. I didn't know whether they were tears of sadness or happiness. Everyone was rocking back and forth, and slowly, they seemed to form into looming monsters, with wide eyes and pale faces. We stood up, hearing the bell. The sun hurt my eyes. I ran after them, shouting with them. I was loud, too loud. My own voice hurt my head. I didn't want the attention on me, so I dragged it to my fake self; my mask. I hated myself, and what I was doing. I had walked off again. I'm not sure why, but as I blinked, my feet decided that we were not going that way. I ignored them, and they thought it was a joke. They screamed my name, startling me, making me sprint over to them. I hadn't realised how far I had really wondered off. I joined my group, only to wish I had kept walking. They were laughing again, their laughter hurting my head. It shattered my thoughts, echoed around my head, deafened any emotions. I shrieked with them. We were like monkeys, chattering together. Maybe not; we were too dangerous for that. Monsters. Pale, looming monsters. (Updates everyday day!!!) (Oh, and the picture on the title page doesn't belong to me!!! Credit to whoever it belongs to!!!)