Dear Diary. I hate it here in boring old Wisconsin. Nobody dresses with style and creativity. They all look exactly the same: jeans and hoodies, with long straight blonde hair. They all act obnoxious, and they're all into drugs. I hate it, hate it, hate it, and think I would not make it if it wasn't for Ed. At least with Ed, I have someone to talk to. Living with my parents is okay. They're alright; especially my mom. My...

But Madeline would need to bide her time. She would need to wait for the perfect opportunity to carry out her devious scheme. She would have to be patient. The worst part is, she would have to live with the dreaded auburn wig until the perfect opportunity arose. And, in Madeline's opinion, living with the wig sucked...big time! Madeline was more and more convinced, as time went on, that the wig was indeed evil. It was doi...

Bethanne was bored with school. Sooo bored. She was sitting in history class, convinced all the excitement was going on RIGHT THIS SECOND, outside the school walls. And she wanted to be part of it. She was itching to be part of it. The school walls felt like a prison,and she was being held prisoner against her will. Simply because she was fourteen. That was her only crime. The air in the classroom seemed stale. Suddenly,...