Sleepover

The ending isn't that cute :/ this whole story is basically us hangin' out tbh words: 2729 Chandler wasn't even sure what Max and her were fighting over anymore. She's never truly experienced his rage, only getting in small arguments with him, but this was something new, something that she had to dig deep to find within him. She was under enough stress and with his yelling, she couldn't really think. Tears threatened to spill from her eyes as Max seemed to stop yelling for a minute, losing…

Hello and welcome to my story. now let us begin now shall we? so it all started when i was born my parents were nice people when i was born one of the things they told me i did i used to run around and not do the normal things a baby was or should i say could be doing i would be able to have put on my own close and put on masks and i would find ways to scare my mom and dad to the point they just plain old fall down now this is where things got interesting my first day of school it was a tiny old…

1 Charlie According to the great state of Nebraska I am a marijuana addict. Despite the fact that I was caught with a little less than an ounce of weed and in order to actually become a marijuana addict you'd need to smoke enough weed every day to kill Tommy Chong. But at least now the Government doesn't care. After the war and 30 years of regression socially, the U.S. Government managed to convince the public again that public enemy #1 was 'dangerous' drugs. Needless to say I am now a proud…

Clutching the brown paper bag in her right arm, Sarah Prescott settled her purse securely on her shoulder, switched the bag to that arm, and dug into her coat pocket for her keys. A gust of wind slammed into her from behind, shoving her forward a step and slipping under her coat, and even her sweater, to send a chill up her spine. She hated fall. She hated winter more, but she really hated the fall because that meant winter was just around the corner. Where the hell were her keys? She pulled…

Oily skin: how I dealt with it Oily skin: the one thing in life that seemed impossible to get rid of when I was a young teenage boy entering the awkward stages of puberty. And it didn’t help that I fitted the ‘oily skin’ criteria: Asian? Check. Lives on the equator? Check. Going through puberty? Check. Screwed? Check. It plagued my life no matter what I was doing. Whenever I woke up, my face was drenched in oil and if you managed to touch it you would notice how briskly your fingers slid off…

1 Now, if you were expecting some sad, super fake sounding story, I don't know what to tell you. This is an authentic story, the story of me. Yes, it might be sad at times, but this all really happened. My life has been pretty hectic thus far, I hate being a teenager. It was better when I was just starting off, a fledgling of sorts. My childhood self. I have to tell somebody about my life, otherwise I might forget some ultra-important detail. I probably should have started this sooner, but here…