Bfb Fourteen Novels & Stories

“Mom, why do you even let her on social media? Isn’t she, like, eleven or something? You never gave me that privilege—hell, I had to beg for an I*******m till I was sixteen.” “Who’s eleven?” Karen fired back, flipping her hair with that sassy flick she practiced in mirrors. “Babe, I’m fourteen. I’ll be fifteen in a bit.” She popped her gum, eyes narrowing like she’d won the round. “Can you all cut the drama and just wait for Zion to show already?” Dad’s voice sliced through. “Okay, fine, Dad.” I bit the inside of my cheek. “Fine too, Dad,” Karen echoed, but she stuck her tongue out at me when he looked away.

Bryan Andrews My childhood memories flashed through my mind. Erica howling with laughter has she called me FFB, a acronym for Fat freckles boy and how Erica emptied a jar full of insects into my pants. A shudder coursed through me as I remembered the unbearable pain I faced, years ago she had played havoc with my life. I spent one and the half months in the hospital, I have accepted the fact that I was going to live with the consequences of that havoc forever.

KIERAN “Are you an idiot?” I yell into the microphone on my headset for the billionth time. Rob had just gotten himself blown up by a creeper, leaving me alone in the mineshaft we had slowly been making our way through. We’ve been playing Minecraft together for the past few hours, and this kid doesn’t know anything! I’m honestly losing my mind, but there isn’t anything else to do. All my other friends are asleep. I can’t blame them, with it being 4a.m. and all. Honestly, I think Rob’s only stayed up this late because he feels sorry for me.

Frederick muttered before pulling him into a hug. He patted his back awkwardly, his gaze fixed on Charlene, who watched them, a look of confusion on her face. She licked her lips and looked away. "Nice seeing you, Frederick." He said and pulled away from the short hug. A very weird family reunion. "And who might you be?" He questioned with a raised brow at the young boy who was still leaned against the window,beat hung them steadily. "Newest addition to the family." "Newest, Isla? Really? I'm 14."

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