Hi-teenager Novels & Stories

This is officially our team montra now ! We are the group of half alien teenagers who are constintly given imposssible ultimatuims from OP bad guys ! " We have to save Rick ! " Adrian said walking in a circle. " I get it ! " Carrie said holding her arms and staring at the floor. " It's me he wants ! Go ahead and give me up! " " Easy Chica! That's not what I ment ! " Adrian said reaching out to her.

If I can't recognize my self no one will be able to guess it is me. On my way to the store, I pass a group of teenage boys leaning on their bikes, that would be bicycles, and smoking. The roughly look like they are thirteen or something. I make eye contact with the one in the middle who looks like he is in his late teens. He smiles and winks at me causing all members of their little gang to look at me.

I've never written songs in my entire life. "You're really different. Different from the Paige I think I knew. I should have have the honor of introducting myself again..." "You're crazy!"I spat, perplexed. "I know."He laughed, extended his hand for a shake. "Hi, I'm Damien Smith, a songwriter."He winked. "So..."I ignored his hand. "If may ask without sounding rude, who are you?" "Are you...high on something?" "I don't drink. I don't take drugs. Ma'am I'm just seventeen."

He's also nineteen years old, a highschool dropout yet extremely intelligent when the need arises. He has long, sandy blonde hair which he subsequently cuts and bleaches white. He is a lycanthrope, a werewolf subclass; his abilities include speed, regeneration, superhuman strength and an increased sense of smell. He possesses no special ability. ● Matthew Sullivan; He is new amongst the group of friends, two of which do not like him due to his terrible personality. He becomes a villian as the story proceeds, turning against his friends when it seems they are no longer of use to him. He is unable to find a

“Well, this manager is running to the agency to cancel your teenage rebellion.” “Bob, please.” She clasped her hands dramatically. “I’ve been homeschooled forever. I want real friends. Real life. I want to laugh over stupid memes, cry over dumb boys, gossip in hallways. I want to remember my teen years as more than just recording studios and press tours.” “But you have friends!”

All they basically did was train and foster a great team work among themselves. Normally, when students were 13-14 years of age, they voluntarily signed up for the Hero-League exam. An exam that allowed the Sequins (that's the major heads in the Hero League) to find out which teenager had the capabilities needed for a true hero. This exam was called the Thriox.

As he was sitting in front, so he was the first one to give the introduction. He was very hesitant; he didn't know how much his class fellows will like him. "H-Hello e-every-....." "It's okay love, relax." The smiling female came down toward him and stood beside him encouragingly. "Nobody is perfect, just tell me your name." "Miles Theo." Miles almost whispered. Only the teacher could hear him. "Alright Miles, how old are you?" The smile never leaving her glowing face. "Im-I'm 20" that was a bit louder. As soon as everyone heard it one certain group started laughing making Miles shrink in himself.

I'm fixing to turn 18 I'm 17 nowmy birth day is coming up next week ,My name is Jade Girodano, and I'm a straight A student. I'm not super tall, maybe 5'4, so on the shorter side I have heavy c cupsize and curvy hips in all the right places but I'm firm where it needs to be and my killer red hair with its beautiful wavey curls, I'm not super popular I'm not on the cheer squad or anything like that well not after my Father died Mom says it was an accident a big dog or something ran out in front of the car on a very stormy night and I dont think I'll ever be able to get over it, I was my Father's little princess he called me that all the time ,I was so proud of my Dad he was my hero in my eyes

[ FANNY ] I know how to recognize when my daughter Cassandra is hiding something from me. When I asked her for an explanation of her disappearance, the reaction she got proved that she didn't want me to know what happened to her. She simply replied that I shouldn't worry too much about her because she was a big girl now. I did not agree with this point of view. -- But you're only 16 years old my dear. (I said it) -- It's true, mom. I am 16 years old but know that I am no longer a kid. (She answered me)

**LIA** #Here comes Santa Claus, here comes Santa Claus, right down Santa Claus Lane...# The familiar holiday tune played softly in my headphones, transporting me to a festive world despite my current surroundings. I closed my eyes, eagerly anticipating my journey back home. I was on a plane, en route to Singapore to reunite with my mom and sister, marking the beginning of a much-needed break from school. It had been a long time since I had been home, and I was determined to make this Christmas special.