"She was September. A mystery of something in and of itself that lingered between two seasons- quiet and fleeting. He was January. Bold, new and wonderful. The kind of boy with a resolution of goals but no expectations. She loved black coffee, cable knit sweaters, and chemistry. He loved soccer, sweatshirts, and Shakespeare. "You know, opposites attract," she once told him. "There's a science in that."He took their hands and entwined his fingers in hers. "That maybe so. But I don't need science to know that we were made for each other."

What is the best way to keep a secret? "Tell it to everyone you know, but pretend you are kidding" - Lemony Snicket. It turned out that Snicket was painfully correct. By the time I reached P.E. after lunch on Monday, it was tipping over the edge of eighty degrees, and my red hoodie had been stuffed in the back of my locker since Brunch. I'd lost count of how many people had gaped at my arm with shocked expressions and open mouths, curious voices unsure of whether or not they wanted to know the answer asking, "Did you cut your arm?" By third period, I'd gotten so fucking sick of repeating the same excuse that my sarcastic asshole side had leaked out. So, I'd been responding to my classmates appalled questions with something along the lines of, "Yes, I cut myself." There was a kind of sick humor to it - technically, I was telling the truth. Not that anyone would ever know it. Cover cred to RazorbladeKissesx

Short fluffy thing I wrote between a shy girl with mysophobia (OCD) that haunts her every move, and an ordinary guy who falls for her. Enjoy!

to the dead inside i bring you quotes :)

CURRENTLY IN THE PROCESS OF BEING REWRITTEN!

Avery and Josh were complete oppisites. Josh was a little badass. Barely, passable grades, rude additude, tattoos, piercings, and a wall built so hard, not even Miley Cyrus's wrecking ball could tear it down. Avery, or Avy to her friends, was a goody- two shoes. Straight A student, nice to everyone, class president, cheerleading captain, and perfect daughter. Until Josh moved next door... She had come out the shower and her towel was off. Her favorite song came on and she started dancing. And Josh was at his window. And was staring at her birthday suit... ********* for clarification purposes.. i wrote this book when i was 13. it's been almost 7 years later now, i turn 20 this year (2020) more than half the book sucks but i'm too lazy to rewrite and edit it. i'm so sorry for anything cringey and inappropriate. i have no idea how it's gotten so popular throughout the years. many apologies. enjoy what you can ! lots of love. - AK ************* highest rankings so far 1 in bad boy next door ! 1 in teen drama ! 1 in teen romance !

Watch as Demi and Wilmer try and celebrate the birth of their twin babies, while trying to mourn the suicide of their eldest daughter, Izzy. This is the sequel to Don't Tell Mom.

this is my rant enjoy!

My name is Isabella Lovato-Valderamma. Yeah, it's a mouthful so I usually just go by Izzy... The kids in school have other nicknames for me; Slut, Whore, Fatass, Btich, Emo, Attention-Seeker... it's all true of course. Why would they sugarcoat it? I bleed to feel and I don't eat to be perfect. I can stop anytime i want, and I will... once i'm perfect. You want to know the rest? Read on. I only have one rule... Don't tell mom.