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“Why?” “I’m sorry?” “Why did it have to be me?” “I’m deeply sorry,” He truly was. But you see, this guy never does things on anybody’s terms. Wale saw tears run down Seven’s cheeks. “Boy, are you crying?” Wale wanted to put around Seven’s shoulders. He figured it would be too much. How do you deal with a teenager who just found out that his online girlfriend is a catfish? “What’s the guy’s name?” Seven asked, sniffing back the tears.

Estela narrowed her eyes at Dawn but couldn’t see any signs that she was lying. “Alright… Come, dinner is ready..” They had an early dinner and Dawn stayed in her room to start applying to publish her novel. She knew of a publishing company who would accept novels from teens, as long as they used their parents ID which meant they were being supervised. She turned her laptop on and searched the website of the publishing company. Her heart thumped madly as she filled up the forms and sent in an outline and a free chapter to the publishing company. Her finger hovered over the mouse. She pressed down.

The study window is dark. The blue notebook is inside. On the desk. Between the law books and the biographies. "Okay," I say. "Okay?" "Yes. I will read it." "Now?" "Now." --- We go inside. Damon walks to the study. He opens the drawer. He takes out the notebook. Blue. Leather. The pages are worn. The spine is cracked. He has read it and reread it and read it again. He hands it to me. His hands are shaking.

She gave me two books, and she asked me to read them if I had challenges concerning any of my teen problems. I was happy she showed that concern. At least, she was feeling guilty. One way or the other, it also shows she cares, "Andrew paused for a while, as he glanced slightly at both of them. "Books? Did they help you in any way?" Miguel asked "Trust me when I say it was probably the best set of books I ever had in my possession. It talked about various challenges and problems in both teenagers and youth. The title of the book is YOUNG PEOPLE ASK VOLUME 1. It also has a volume 2.

I would just have to challenge her and see what she was made of. *** The new girl stared at me during the whole Wednesday meeting. Her gaze was very… intense… and a bit distracting. But it wasn't the kind of intensity anyone wants to be stared at with. Her look was full of anger, maybe contempt even. Really, what had I done to deserve such a look? And why was it bothering me so much? "Jeffery, can you pull up the new girl's file? I have a couple of questions about her," I said as we made our way back to my office.

The door opens up and the principal walks in with a boy I've never seen before. It's a tall muscular boy with shoulder length blond hair tied in a low ponytail. He looks really pretty. I don't think I've ever seen him at our school before. There aren't many students or teachers here and I'm pretty sure I know each and every one of them by face. Is he new here? That would be weird, transferring so late into the school year. But if he's here, that means he's a witch. Is he transferring from another witch academy or a normal human high school?

Cole's PoV Sunday 13th January 2019 ********************************** Tonight is going to be amazing. Me and Lacey have been invited to a big party as a late New Years celebration by one of our friends from school. They called it a New Years party but we all know that's just an excuse to get drunk and have sex and dance the night away. I'm not complaining though, I love sex and partying and getting drunk. Lacey is exactly the same but she is always more graceful with it all.

I shower and watch all the shows I'm not allowed to watch. As I get ready to leave the house. I think about Chad. He might ditch school too and try to look for me. He'd check the stables first. To avoid the possibility of seeing Chad, I find myself back in the medieval tavern. It's not that I want to be here. It's the last place Chad would look for me. I order another black plague coffee. The walls are wooden. Medieval family banners are hanging on the walls, along with medieval weaponry. I play games on my phone. I check Twitter and Snapchat. I get bored with my phone. I find an abandoned teen magazine. I start reading it. Another famous couple adopted their fifth poodle. Who cares?

“What do you want, Lucas? I’m really not in the mood for your villain monologue right now.” He chuckled and dropped into the chair across from me without being invited. “Always so feisty.” He reached into his coat and tossed a thick manila envelope onto the coffee table. “Open it.” My stomach dropped. Every instinct screamed at me to walk away. But I was Elena Voss — stubborn, angry, and apparently allergic to smart decisions. I picked up the envelope and slid the papers out. High school files. Correction. My high school files. Transcripts. Disciplinary notes. Scanned pages from my old journal. Private emails. Thoughts about my family falling apart, about my brother, about how lost I felt af