The day everyone waited for finally arrived, Monday morning after Sarah's fabulous Halloween party. The school was abuzz with all the events, which made the party a huge success. Marcia, Monica and Sabrina spread the word that they crashed the party and were responsible for the panic that ensued. That knowledge made them instant heroes with the students who despised Sarah and her friends. The rest of the school spread the...

I enter the doors to my high school, a senior. First day back to school and apparently I'm supposed to be shrieking and crying like an idiot, going, "Oh my God I haven't seen you since... two days ago!" to all my friends... wait, what friends? But instead of being stupid and wasting my time, I run off to my assigned locker and empty the stuff I don't need into it- the binders and shit for my last three periods will be pic...

Curls of red and holes instead Lay where eyes should be; Glasses hid the shame of the Kid Who’d never been able to see. Kid was small, the shortest of all The ones in high school that year So they chuckled and leered and he trembled and feared The wrath if they saw his tears. Dreams of sight filled him ‘til morning light In his nightmares he was Lord; But waking hours and sightless showers Brought him back from skies he’d...

The trash incident with Sarah occurred on Thursday and the three friends endured the rest of the day in extremely dirty, smelly clothes. Sabrina and Monica were used to this type of treatment and took it in stride. Marcia's brain kept repeating the incident and found it happened completely on purpose to harass them. She thought it is now time to get even, but how? As she thought, a complete plan developed in her mind. An...

Before Cricket became Emily Truesdale, she was Marcia Shaw of Paramus, New Jersey U.S.A. She was an only child with two loving and caring parents. Her early childhood was normal with no significant differences from any other girl her own age. She was sweet, innocent and caring with a few friends and no enemies. To most people she was small, quiet and a top student. Her life changed in the third grade, when the school sing...

I couldn’t believe it. I didn’t even belong in here. Lying here, on the stone cold floors in my tiny cell, hearing nothing but thoughts going over and over again made me feel so powerless. Every time I thought about being in here, I have this sorrow feeling begin to swell up inside me. “Come on hurry up! Just do it, they’ll never know it was you.” Carter, my best friend, said with eagerness. I hesitated at first, but what...

My name is Amanda Fitzgerald. I lived with my foster parents George and Stacy Smith. What happened to my parents you ask? My mom died giving birth to me and when I was 5 my dad died in a car accident. A drunk driver hit him and he died upon impact. He was an amazing dad. He treated me like I was a princess. George and Stacy have beaten and abused me in every possible way for as long as I can remember. One day I was a prin...

***Hey guys this is my first story so please be honest with me. Tell me if it sucks (I think it does) or if it's good. But don't act all writer god on me. Also I would like to thank Cal (frogprince) and Gwen(Rebellious_Soul) for giving me the courage to put this story up here.*** SMACK!"DID YOU HEAR ME? I SAID, NO FOOD!" SMACK!I whimper and whisper, "I'm sorry, sir."George grabs me by my hair, drags me upstairs to my room...

***Setting: Right before the dividing line of apocalyptic/post-apocalyptic, meaning that the creatures that were killing during the apocalypse aren't quite dead yet and any other changes that happened haven't yet been fixed or undone, but the human race, what's left of it, is starting to come out of hiding in slow trickles. Testing the waters, if you please, to see if Earth is still able to house us. This is about two hun...

I grew up in a pessimistic family where my parents imagine the worst outcome in a situation and that outcome would always turn out to be true. At first I thought they were psychic and that they predicted the future but that thought went away as quickly as it came. It wasn't until I started to have negative thoughts myself, that things started to go out of control. When I started middle school, people started to bully me....

So there I was. The casino would not rehire me, I could not return to law enforcement, and unemployment benefits weren't going to last forever. I needed to find a job. Now, I had driven trucks in my younger days and enjoyed it, but the times have changed in the trucking industry. Now almost every employer wants Class A and not Class B drivers, and there's a difference. Confused? Let me explain. You have seen those big rig...

"She was a bitch," Jack said. I gave him a look that said that I heartily agree, even though I probably wouldn't use that word because I still have an innate respect for school teachers. "I hated how she played favorites," I said carefully. "It made me feel horrible that I always had to sit in the back of the class, and all her favorites got to sit in the front row. She made me feel so dumb. She had me put in special-ed a...

It is July third, 2013, and a warm, soft night outside tonight. The fireflies are rising, and I am reminded of a night just like this one, many years ago – Paul Anka was singing “Diana” on the record player, and all the other kids were lined up, doing a dance called the cha-cha. I watched from the side, and sipped my coke. I watched Mary Lou Basler and Joy Abraham, since they were directly in front of me. Mary Lou was wea...

He was only 9 years old. His world was about to shatter and then be put back together as something completely different. It wasn't his fault, but he would pay, and he would remember the loss and the pain for years to come. His parents had been fighting for years. They had married young and he was the cause. He was a surprise to a young couple just dating, not meaning to be serious. He figured that out years later, but now...

This is a story I wrote for my eight year old grandson, Simon. He asked me to write him a mystery. The setting is in the nineteenth century and I put in some school history of that period. Simon straightened from his slump and waved his hand frantically in the air, thinking, “I know, I know, call me!” Finally the teacher had asked a question that he thought he knew the answer to. “Alright, Simon, what's the answer?” “Thir...