I Am Twelve Novels & Stories

A girl…maybe twelve years old, wearing a clinic robe, pale and skinny. “Don’t shoot,” she said in a shaky voice. “Please. I'm not supposed to be here, however I had to warn you.”“Warn us about what?” Celeste asked, lowering her gun. Damien kept his attention. “The room,” the girl whispered. “The one you’re looking for. It’s dangerous. They don’t want anyone to see it.” “Who are you?” Celeste asked gently. “They call me Subject Twelve. I had another name once... but I can’t remember.”

Ginny paused with a laugh. “Anyways, I started high school. Yes, at twelve. They said I was a prodigy. But what they didn't know was that being an outsider from Florida with no winter clothes and two years younger than anyone else would have made me a loner.” Ginny sipped the tea and drifted off into her mind.

She barely has any makeup on, and she still looks like she could be on the cover of a magazine. I immediately begin to feel self-conscious about myself. I have limp straight hair and smaller eyes. I barely have a waist, and my small b-cups wouldn't fill my mate's massive hands. My face is blemish-free, and I have been told my skin is nice, but that's it. I'm not athletic, even though I am thin. My butt is nothing to drool over...Basically, I am a twelve-year-old boy compared to Jannah. "I can't do this," I whisper before attempting to shut the door in her face.

I asked. "I mean I'm twelve years old and I've been holding billions of beings stable for five years and I'm tired and it's too heavy and I'm breaking," Eva said. Voice cracking. "I thought I could do this. I thought I was strong enough. But I'm not. I'm just kid. I'm just twelve. And I'm failing and billions are going to die and it's my fault."

Chapter 1 Understanding Isabella Seventeen. 17 years of life. 17 years of waiting. Waiting for this boring life to have... well life. Everyday it’s just the same damn thing. Wake-up, school, sleep. I have been doing this school thing for most of my life and I can’t say it's fun. I have but only two friends. Who are amazing! Let’s just say I’m not that popular. I’m more on the nerdy side—well if dumb nerds exist.

“I can’t take you with me. If you want to have my approval, then do something that will make me proud.” “But dad, what can I do? I’m only twelve. I’m doing great at school, I’m a salutatorian, right? I’m a part of the chess club, acting shop, piano club, and even in the newspaper. I’m doing well, dad.” I did everything to make him proud. I chose to do everything. I love him more than I love my mom. He is the best.

CHAPTER TWO Someone once said your twenties are your selfish years. It's a decade to immerse yourself in every single thing possible. Be selfish with your time, and all the aspects of you. Tinker with shit, travel, explore, love a lot, love a little and never touch the ground. And that's exactly what I am going to do today. Today I turn twenty. The first thing I see when I open my eyes in the morning are two large ballons with twenty written on them and underneath it is a small note. From Ivan, the back says.

Jessica “Julie, Jackson, hurry up!! We’re going to be late!” I call down the hall. Our new apartment is small, and my little sister immediately answers me as she walks by, her long brown hair falling by her waist. She is only twelve, but she acts like she’s sixteen with the attitude she has. “Don’t get your panties in a twist! We’re coming,” she grumbles as she heads for the kitchen cabinet, but I sigh, knowing she will be disappointed, “You didn’t get more cereal?” she asks when she sees the bare cupboard.

July 6th · it's cold outside I'm cold inside November 15th · All I feel is pain. Is there anybody who can help. November 20th · I cried again. I cried and they didn't listen. December 1st ·You can hear me but you refuse to listen. January 1st · I'm 14. Cool huh? February 21st · I've said please, I've said stop, but I still hear their voices, I still feel their finger tips. Somebody help me. June 2nd

Twelve years of history, wiped clean. I signed the Pack Severance Pact. Didn't hesitate for a second. At the entrance of the Pack Hall, Callum blocked my path. His jaw was clenched so tight it could've been cast from iron, teeth grinding audibly. "Sera, you're going to regret this." I walked into the rain with a single bag on my back. Everything I owned after twelve years in Blackridge Pack fit inside — a few changes of clothes, and a secret I never got the chance to tell him.