Worse Day Of My #life.. True story- I would never kill myself, I have never thought of suicide. Yes, I have thought about it in general, but never about myself. I have never experienced cancer. I may be losing two of my best friends on the Internet to it. One to cancer, The other to suicide. Maybe, the second one might stay. Please, forgive me if I'm gone for a long period of time. I don't want your empathy or sympathy because its not me who's dying, I just wanted you guys to know... Because: LIFE SUCKS!

Truth Or Dare? (An RP I Did On Pocket Writers) Chapter one- THE FORMS- (This is an RP I did on Pocket Writers. I will paste everyone's chapter on here.) Truth or Dare? That's the question you will all be asking at a nights sleepover at my parents beach house. Good luck keeping your secrets together... My forms- (Must read both) Name: Drôle (Pronounced- Dro- le) (Means Funny in French) Age: 17 Gender: Male Appearance: Drôle has an athletic, muscular body that is tanned and shines in the sun. His wavy, ebony hair covers most of his eyes. His eyes are the color of the ocean after a storm, it reflects most things. has strong legs, arms and torso, he has long, piano fingers. Personality: Drôle is quite a mystery, he rarely reveals himself and is quiet. When he does speak it's usually to correct you, he may seem rude or forlorn, but really he's a sweetheart! Secret: Drôle lost his best friend from France in a car crash when he lived there. Crush: None. Extra: Him and Lumière are twins. Name: Lumière (Light in French) Age:17 Gender: Female Appearance: Lumière has pin-straight, ebony-black hair that falls to her midback and sometimes covers her right eye. She has ivory skin and she stands at 6'0". She has sparkly blue eyes framed by long thick eyelashes, full lips, straight white teeth. She is skinny but has curves. Personality: Lumière is a quiet, shy girl, but will speak her mind around people she trusts, she is a sweet and gentle girl who is willing to help anyone. Secret: Was raped by her babysitter in France, hasn't told anyone outside of France about it, she was then stalked by a older man demanding her to give out personal information. Crush: None. Extra: Her and Drôle are twins. I Set Fire To The Rain's Form- Name: Abigail (Abby) Hudson Age: 17 Gender: female Appearance: long white hair, icy blue eyes, pale skin, tall, slim body, pretty. Personality: kind, caring, secretive, intelligent, a little shy, loyal, trustworthy. Secret: she has a massive crush on Drole (sorry if I spelt it wrong). And finally she witnessed someone being kidnapped but she was too afraid to tell anyone. Crush: Drole (again I can't spell that good) Extra: allergic to shoe polish LightAgeBandit's Form- Name: Jackson "Tinker" Age: 17 Gender: Male Appearance: Tinker has short-cropped brown hair that he gels into a single spike at the front, he has deep chocolate brown eyes that look almost black, he has lightly tanned skin, and he is tall, and built like a swimmer Personality: Tinker is very rebellious and can be a joker. He can be kind at times, but also reckless and playful, in a bad way. He is very loud, and can be obnoxious. Secret: He has a crush on Lumière Crush: Lumière The Doctors Companion's Form- Name: Evangeline Lutece Age: 17 (must be) Gender: F Appearance: She has long auburn hair that falls in waves midway down her back, she has pale blue eyes with hints of grey hidden within, she's 5"5 and slim. Fair skin with faint freckles along her cheekbones. Personality: She's a bookworm and spends most of her free time indoors, but she does enjoy sports and can be rather competitive but she hides that with her quiet side. She's intelligent and sometimes witty. Secret: She lives with her sister due to her parents ditching them when she was eight. Crush: To Be Decided. Extra: On some nights she'll sit outside and read. Jessie's Form- name• Derrick Jones Cooper Age• 17 Looks• light brown hair that he spikes up with gel, Hazel eyes tinted with gold. Has a crooked smile and a slight stubble, he has a strong jawline as he is somebody who works out a lot. Personality• always happy and looks at the positives, but when angered he can go crazy mad. All-round a really nice guy until you piss him off. Crush?• anyone Secret• accidentally set his house on fire - trying to cook - killing his mother and little sister. One Last Hope's Form- Name: Chantal Bleak Age: 17 (must be) Gender: F Appearance: Mid-Back length candle lit blond hair, Electric blue eyes, Slightly tanned skin, Cherry red lips, Slim, Fit gymnastics body, Short, Purple crop top that shows her belly button, Black jeans with a golden belt, Black lace up boots with a small heel, Has a 'Be strong' necklace. Personality: Kind, Loving, Crazy, Fun, Optimistic. Secret: Her mother gave her the 'Be strong' necklace the day before she died in the car crash. Crush: Open! Summer Times Girl's Form- Name: Amelia Daniel Roberts Age: 17 (must be) Gender: F Appearance: Short curly thick blonde hair with sky blue eyes Personality: Clusmy daydreamer, says things out load when thinking, out of the blue, awkward, shy at first Secret: (Nothing extreme) Nearly burnt down her house when she was in 6 Crush: (no one) Extra: Has an older brother Arthur who she teases Masked Beauty's Form- (the last form) Name: Cendre (means cinder or ash in French) Age: 17 Gender: female Appearance: firery red hair, dark grey/blue eyes, pale (clear) skin, short, skinny, overall strong appearance due to being a dancer Personality: Friendly, slightly more reserved than the rest of the group, strong, clever, is quiet but when she speaks you want to hear it, kind, caring, sweet, tomboyish (emphasize ish!) Secret: Cendre had a sister named Aimée (Aimée means much loved) who died in car crash on the way to the hospital, she had cancer so everyone thinks that's how she died. Crush: Drôle? Extra: Cendre is a dancer but she won't dance for you if you ask her to because she gets to carried away. She also loves to read. Cendre was born in France but moved here not long after Aimée passed away. Has a strong French accent. Loves skateboarding/long boarding. First chapter- Drôle (Written by me) Driving down a dirt road, I glanced in the rearview mirror at three of my best friends: Abigail, 'Tinker' and Evangeline chatting excitedly among themselves, Lumière sat beside me, silently looking ahead. Derrick and Chantal had decided to take another car incase we didn't have enough seats. We didn't. "Drôle?" Lumière asked, looking up at me innocently, her accent still strong. "Yeah?" I kept my eyes on the road, my accent also strong. "Do you think Derrick and Chantal could be a couple?" She questioned, beginning to giggle. The others had turned their attention to our conversation. "Maybe." I chuckled and everyone began to talk again. Lumière and I had been in America for seven years now, we had to leave after what happened with us. Our family beach house came into view. Once we had parked, we decided to leave unpacking for tonight, instead we went inside. "Lets play Truth or Dare!" Lumière shouted excitedly. Despite my pleas, she dragged us all into a circle. "Alright who should go first?" Lumière against, shouted. Second Chapter- Amelia (Written by Summer Time Girl) "Me! Me! Me!" I said raising my hand in the air. I had a big grin on my face. I just love Truth or Dare. It was fun hearing secrets even if no one told me since I was a blabber mouth. "Okay Amelia you can go." "Let's see." I said and tapped my chin. I looked around the circle. There were so many...oh I know. "Drole, Truth or Dare." I said and pointed toward him. I had a Truth and a Dare picked out for him. The dare her older brother used on her. Chapter three- Lumière (Written by me) I smiled, knowing exactly what Drôle would choose, he would choose... "Dare. Secrets are meant to be kept." Drôle shot me a worried glance, before grinning back at the group. I nudge him on the elbow, glaring at him harshly. He nods and returns to the group. "Well, Amelia, what's my dare?" Drôle questioned, confidently leaning back on his hands. Chapter four- Amelia (Written by Summer Time Girl) Amelia smirked. There were ways of getting secrets out through dares. She saved the one her brother used another time she had a perfect one. "I dare you to tell a secret." I told him. My bright blue eyes stared at him. "Still confident?" I asked, tilting my head at him. Still slightly smirking. I love Truth or Dare. Chapter Five- Drôle (Me) I stop smiling, instantly, my expression drops completely. "Umm... Okay?" I gulp silently. "I hate pickles." I say, knowing that everyone already knows that. "We know that!" Amelia shrieks happily, knowing she has me in a spotlight that I do not want to be in. "Fine." I sigh. "Drôle! You can't!" Lumière shouts, her eyes widening. "I have to... None of you, except Lumière, know this, it happened back in France. I was only ten at the time, I didn't have many friends. Only one, her name was Pleurer, which means cry in French. One night when her mother was out, her older brother wanted some junk food, although he had been drinking he didn't really think it would be a big deal, it was. He lost control, hit a tree, killing Pleurer. I had no friends, after that we moved here." I explain, not looking at anyone. "Drôle..." Lumière begins talking in rapid French. Everyone looks baffled by what I had just said. "Truth or Dare, Abigail?" I question still not looking at anyone. Abigail- I Set Fire To The Rain. I was staring into space. "Uh...Abby?" Drole said, poking my shoulder. I instantly snapped out of my day dream. "Yeah?" I mumbled. "Truth or dare?" He asked. "Err...dare." I smiled. Secrets are things that should never be told. Dares, however, are fun and exciting.

Learning To Love Jason's POV- All It Takes A player, bad boy, seducer! All of those things describe me, a boy who doesn't play by the rules, a boy who has kissed every girl and the boy who all the girls swoon over. A #life you couldn't throw away, right? I lived in fear of heartbreak, I figured that if you didn't truly love you couldn't be hurt. I was wrong.... Love finds a way... --- "Jason!" Called my best friend Quinn. "What?!" I shouted back grumpily rolling onto my side. Out if the corner of my eye, I see Quinn storm into the room, frown and rip the bed sheets off my torso. "Why don't you wear anything else other then your boxers?!" She questions, turning away and blushing a deep crimson. "Cause! The ladies like it this way." I answer bluntly, swinging my legs over the mattress and standing up. "Humph!" Quinn strolls back out the room. "Quinn..." I begin following her. "What?!" She stops and I almost bang into her. I didn't realize how close we were, out noses were almost touching. "Quinn, I-" I begin again. "I'm waiting!" She fumed, cocking an eyebrow, while tilting her head. "I-I-" I stuttered. Quinn rolled her eyes and stomped down the stairs, stopping at the bottom. "Is that the shower?" She asks gritting her teeth. "Yeah?" I answer, knowing full well that she knew a girl was over. "Who is it? And how should I get rid of her?" She sighed, continuing to make her way to the kitchen. "Her name is Alex. And you could just say I went to work." I suggested, shrugging slightly. "Fine! Just go hide!" She whispered as the shower stopped. I knew that I had to be quick. Chapter two- Get Out? Quinn's POV- Jason quickly scrambles behind the kitchen counter, holding is head in how hands, trying to squash himself so he cannot be seen. Rolling my eyes, I slump onto the couch, pretending to watch the T.V. "Oh, you're not..." Alex blushes, hiding the fact that she is only wearing a bra and undies, very frilly ones of them too. "I'm Quinn, you missed Jason, he just left." I shrug helplessly, turning my attention back to the T.V. Alex hops up the stairs, eager to get out of here. "Um. Uh. Bye." Alex stumbled with her words, before she runs out the door, slamming it behinds her. As Jason reappears from his 'good' hiding place, he starts to clap. "You didn't even have to say 'Get Out!'" He marvels at my causal expression. I try to smile, but frowning was inevitable to me. "What's wrong?" Jason asks, plonking himself beside me. 'Whats wrong? What's wrong? I'll tell you 'what's wrong'. I am in love with you!' I thought, screaming the words inside my head. "Nothing, nothing at all..." I reply, unable to look at him. Chapter three- Something is wrong... Jason's POV- Quinn shrugs and hops to her feet. "Where are you going?" I ask, eager for her to move out of the way of the T.V. "To get changed..." She mumbles, moving towards her room. 'Something is wrong... Did I say something?' I thought, running after her. Her door slams before I have even made it up the stairs. Sighing, I return to my sitting position on the couch, waiting for her to come out. After a few moments of silence... *Click* 'HER DOOR!' I shout in my head, running down the hall, almost crashing into her. "Quinn, did I say something?" "Why would you think that?" She mutters, facing the floor. "Quinn, I-I..." I stutter, moving myself towards her. In her shock she just stands there, eyes widened. Leaning in closer, I smell her perfume. Tilting my head, I smile, before moving in closer... To kiss her.

Our wishes Prologue: Unedited chapter. Enjoy! Every morning eighteen year old, Dakota would sit there, in her bed looking out a window. She would wish, hope and pray for love, but it never came. Every night she would do the same, only harder. Days would turn to weeks, weeks to months. Dakota never gave up, she always pushed harder for her love, but it still never came... Until now... Edward was a happy, #life-loving man. He was hardworking and never gave up, but he also didn't have love. He didn't look out a window, no, he looked around bars hoping for the 'one' to come. She never came, they were always people who only wanted sex, but Edward wanted something real. His heart had been broken to many times... He was lonely, until now... Chapter one: Dakota. I bustled around the kitchen, loneliness surrounding me. As the kettle boiled, the toast popped. I quickly buttered it and spread strawberry jam onto it. I knew that I was surly going to be late... 'But... Who cares! Of course, I did.' I sighed to myself and ate my toast, glancing out the window to my right. It was habit I had, usually I only did it in bed, but today was different... Very different. It was not that fresh snow sat in layers, it was... I couldn't describe it, but I had a feeling. A good feeling. As I made my way to work, I had the same feeling. I shook my head and continued to walk, slipping in my heels with each step. 'Shouldn't have worn heels!' I grumbled to myself, once again slipping. This time I lost my balance and fell... Into the arms of a stranger, a man whose name I knew. "Lucas?!" I almost yelled as he devilishly smiled. --------------------------------------------------- Whose Lucas? Why is he here? What's his background with Dakota? Find out in the next chapter!

Heartless My stomach bubbles with butterflies. I tried to deep breath, but it was no use. It's official: Being the new kid sucks! I sighed and made my way towards the 'office'. If that is what you could call it! It looks more like a judges jury stand, then a office. The lady behinds the desk didn't make me feel anymore welcomed. "Name?" She asked, clearly bored out of her mind. "Willow St Clair." I stated, my lips on move away from trembling. "Here's your timetable. Have fun!" She tried to smile truly, but it ended up looking like a wobbly, misshaped pancake. I nodded, turning away from her and staring at my timetable. 'What a wacko!' I thought, my eyes widened. I shook my head, my eyes boring into the piece of paper I held in my hand. I crashed into a muscular body. A boy. "I-I-I'm s-sorry." I stutter. "No problem." He says hanging onto my arm. "I'm Willow." I gulp. He chuckles at my nervousness. "I'm Alex." "Oh look! A transfer!" A girl shrieked. "How nice!" Another copied. "Yay!" Another also copied. I looked up from my piece of paper to see three gorgeous blondes charging at me. I swept my curly light brown hair out of my face and fixed my glasses. "Hi?" I questioned. "Who the hell do you think you are?!" The middle girl pouted, staring at Alex hanging onto my arm. "I'm-" "I don't care who you are!" She screeches. Alex quickly drops my arm, just as the bell rings. "This. Isn't. Over." She gritted her teeth, before grabbing Alex's hand. I guess you could say I was saved by the bell, in a way. --------------------------------- Second Chapter- 'What just happened?" I thought making my way to my first class. I shook my head, a confused look plastered on my face. 'It hasn't even been a day, but I had already made an enemy, alongside her was a group of gorgeous blondes.' I thought rubbing my temples. "Hello? Earth to new girl!" A calm, sweet voice called. I looked up to see a girl, roughly my age waltzing up to me. She has elbow length, flaming red hair with a long pink streak through the left side in the shape of a lightning bolt. Her big, innocent looking baby blue eyes stood out in her snow-like pale skin. She wore the school uniform with ripped leggings underneath, big, black boots with rainbow laces. "Anna." She stuck out her hand, gesturing for me to shake it. I smiled and shook it happily. 'Anna seems really nice, hopefully we can become friends.' "Willow." I introduced myself, as Anna looped her arm through mine. 'Where us she taking me?' I thought, feeling obliged to follow her. "English?" Anna questioned, beginning to walk foreword. "Yeah..." I state, glancing down at the piece if paper that I was gripping tightly. 'How did she know?' "I saw you earlier with Alex and his three dumb gold mines. Kaye, the one who glared at you, is Alex's girlfriend." Anna explained turning me into an almost empty classroom, not even the teacher was in there, but four familiar faces saw me. Alex, Kaye and Kaye's entourage. --------------------------------- Third chapter- Kaye's eyes begin to glow with hatred, her entourage copies her look, while Alex is in complete and utter shock. "Welcome to English!" Anna shouts, rolling her eyes at everyone's expression. Anna grabs my arm and drags me towards the back of the row of seats. Her heavy boots clumping with each step, her hair flailing around her head like a curtain about to open. She plonks down on her chair and I soon follow. "Teacher should be here soon." She states, leaning back on her chair and resting her hands behinds her head. Other students file in until, all chairs are filled up. After a few moments of silence, a man with a briefcase and hair that is thinning walks in. 'What school have I walked into?' I questioned myself. Anna cuts me a bored look. "Welcome students to English!" The man at the front of the room shouts, smiling from ear to ear. 'Seriously?'