I Am Young Novels & Stories

she said with a bigger smile and quickly took her keys and walked out if the door, before saying a quick goodbye. I think we will be good friends. I smile to myself. I finally have a friend. I look around the room and realise I have no idea where I am. This can't be Layla's house since she is a teenager and all teenagers have to stay in a pack house. I know that much. I'll ask her when she comes back. Maybe it won't be so bad here.

"Well, I just want to try and adapt in another part of the world, I've lived in America all my life" "And your parent allowed that? " "Yeah, I'm eighteen, I'm old enough to make my own decisions" 'I'm eighteen, I'm old enough to make my own decisions" I mimicked and he burst into laughter "How old are you? You look sixteen" "That's what everyone says, I'm seventeen but I'll be eighteen in three weeks" I replied "So any plans for your birthday " "Errr... Nope, I don't like celebrating birthdays, I find it childish " I lied

"Summer. He is just one year old and a bit." Stella replied with her soft voice, touching softly on Summer's back. She was thinking of his daddy and was wondering if he came back home yet. After putting her shopping bags away, Amiya came and sat next to Stella. "I am twenty-two years old. What about you?" Amiya asked openly. "The same as you. We can be friends." Stella said with a friendly smile and Amiya nodded gladly. "Sure! It must be fate! And the world is so small."

I laughed a little. When we got to the cafeteria, we both bought something quick to eat: a hamburger with lots of fries. And a soda. We sat on a bench in the back to avoid the bustle of all the students. "As I was saying, you need to enjoy your life, Elizabeth." Now she lowered her voice. "You are twenty-two years old and still a Virgin." "Shhh," I shut her up, making sure that there was no one around me who could hear. "Shut up, those things are private."

"Kay, what are you doing? Please, put the gun down, you're scaring me.put it down, please." The younger version of me in the video begged, my voice was of a little girl, I was 15 at the time, he was going to turn 18 in a few weeks. "Please, Kay— we can find help, proper help this time and we'll get you more medicines and a proper psychologist. Please, we can find help and we can get through this. Please, Kay. Don't do it."

I mean, I knew I wasn't exactly old, but I also don't think I look that young. The only thing that I can say would make me seem young would be the fact that I was a little on the skinny side and I had a baby face, but only to an extent. Besides that, I don't think I seem like a teenager, and I don't even talk like one. "What exactly gives you the impression that I'm as young as you think I am? I mean, you don't know me, and you barely know anything about me, so what makes you think I'm a kid?" I asked, genuinely curious to know what makes him so confident.

But I’m quoting you when I say, “If it’s meant to be, there’s no stopping it from happening.” Damn, turns out 20-year old me was a pro at being rational. What the hell happened to 23-year old me?

I said it in amazement "It wasn't hard to tell, so how old are you now?" Camila said it "You don't want me to know," I said as we entered school “18?” asked Cameron “No, 200 years,” I said with a smile “Oh, you are immortal...awesome,” Camelia said excitedly "Yeah, come on, we're late for class," I said as we entered history class

means when you're seven years old and the person you'd be leading against is your family. I don't say anything to Old Gray. I'm seven. I have nine years.

The night was still young, the cake was still untouched, and I was pretty sure I was about to be the most thoroughly used twenty-eight-year-old in the city. And fuck… I couldn’t wait.