Amelia ForbesI was beyond confused when my name was called out as this year's Prom Queen. At first I thought it was an expensive joke, courtesy of Kimberly and Jason. But it was called out again. And the spotlight was turned on me. Everyone was clapping and cheering me on. And all of a sudden, everyone wanted to take selfies with me, talk to me. Some dude even tried to hug me.Since Adrian was Prom King, we walked up the stage together. Secretly, I was glad Jason hadn't won. Because I sure as hell wouldn't have stood on the same stage with that bastard. He'd been stealing glances at me all day when he thought I wasn't looking. Seeing his face today, brought on a lot of unwanted memories. But I was trying hard to stay on track. When Adrian and I were crowned, the middle of the stage was cleared for us to have our dance. Surprisingly, Adrian turned out to be quite a good dancer. "Is there anything you aren't good at?" I stage whispered, shaking my head in

Amelia ForbesThe days that followed after graduation were miserable for me. There was no school to attend, no classes to keep me busy, and no studying to distract me at all. I had nothing to keep myself busy with. So all I did was think. So much that I began to overthink, which meant I started to worry a whole lot more, about every little thing. My anxiety level shot up. And soon, I refused to leave my room.I was three and a half months pregnant, and inevitably I had begun to show. The corset was too tight to be comfortable and I had to stop wearing it. I didn't know what to do. Every time I saw Nana coming in my direction, I would duck into my bedroom and attempt to conceal my stomach with my duvet or blanket. Soon, she would notice. If she hadn't already. What would I say to her? How would I explain this. . .I couldn't talk to Dani or Benson about it. They wouldn't understand. And I hadn't seen Adrian since graduation. I wanted to text him, but

Amelia ForbesI had begun to feel sicker and sicker. I was throwing up more, stressing out more, and I felt tired all the time. In summary, I felt like crap. Nothing was comfortable anymore and I kept having recurring mood swings-laughing one minute and crying the next. Thankfully, Nana had resumed her volunteer work, so she was seldom home. Looking toward my table clock, the time showed that she would've left the house by now. Good. I needed to eat something. But I couldn't do that if she was home. As gently as possible, I got down from my bed and bumbled into the kitchen. After opening and closing a few drawers-not finding anything appetising to eat-I finally decided to go with cereal. Grabbing the biggest bowl we had, I emptied nearly half the box. It was as though I just realized how hungry I was. Popping the fridge open, I decided to go with yogurt instead of milk as I'd been craving it. I paused as I was about to empty the yogurt into the bowl. I f

Looking towards dad, I wiped my sweaty palms on my hoodie. "This girl who keeps disturbing our peace and knocking like a mad woman claims she's here to see you. So?" He gestured to Dani. "Do you know her?""I d-don't recognize-""You fucking asshole!" Dani screamed so loud the servants had to hold her back. "You monster!" She continued, seemingly oblivious to the tight hold on her shoulders. "I'll strangle you with my bare hands when I get my hands on you, you fucking piece of shit!"Dad's face reddened. You come into my house, disturb our peace, and threaten my son?!" He bellowed. Ashley gently placed her hand on his, tapping on it in a distracting motion. Dani stood, unfazed. "Why don't you ask 'your son' what he did to my friend!" She spat, anger visible on her features. She met my eyes, anger and pain dancing in them. "Why don't you tell them? Tell them how you singlehandedly ruined Amelia's life."Dad's eyebrows furrowed. He questioningly looked

Jason DavenportI was exhausted as I walked through the doors of the fourth convenience store I'd been to today. I was trying to find a job. I didn't know what that entailed, nor had I ever had one before, but I was determined to make an effort. And getting a job was a first step. I timidly walked to the counter, conscious of my damp clothes that had begun to give off a weird kind of smell. The salesclerk ignored me until I cleared my throat loudly. He paused in his typing and glared at me, scrunching his face as the stench hit his nose. Holding a napkin briefly to his nose he snapped, "What can I do for you?" My fists clenched at his snarky tone. How dare he disrespect me? People like him were my servants! My anger slowly began to dissipate as I realized it was past tense. I was a nobody now. Trying my best to ignore the attitude I said, "I'm looking for a job?" Loud guffaws from the other salesclerks ran through the air and I felt the back