I Am Young Novels & Stories

While I’m living here, trying to get back on my feet, I remain cordial. “Soups on!” I yelled into the living room.We’re not actually having soup, but it’s a term I heard on television when I was eight years old and I’ve liked saying it ever since. Yeah, I’m that Dork. “Thank GAWD! I’m starrrving!” Liza rushed over in her ripped skinny jeans and bare feet. I looked at her for a second. Those bright blue eyes and wild curly Q red hair. I’d go crazy without her, I’m sure of it.

I’ll start by telling a little bit about myself. My name is Anna, I’m 19 years old and just finished my first year of college. I still live with my parents because it’s cheaper than living on my own, their house is relatively close to my college and I frankly enjoy the comfort of not having to worry about stuff like bills, cooking, and laundry.

After a while of just being in my mom’s embrace, I finally found my voice again. “Mom, I feel so lost. I have no idea what to do with myself. I don’t even know who I am anymore.” “That is normal, baby. You have been through a lot recently. Your whole world has shifted. You don’t have to put so much pressure on yourself. You have time to figure things out. Baby, you are only 19 years old. Believe it or not, you have a long and bright future ahead of you,” my mom said.

’ I was surprised he was still in his youth or did I misjudge. ‘by the way, you are looking at me, I know you think I am a teenager, I’m not, believe me, I am 22 this year, and my mate is Trisi, you will like her, I assure you’ he squinched his eyes, like a dog showing off his favorite toy. He was cute.

The young man sounded while making my jaw open under his harsh words. "Hey, small packet. Mind your words!" I showed my finger to him while stepping close to him. "Small packet?" He rolled his eyes before looking down at his part while almost making me laugh. Oh my goodness, this guy is insane! "I am not talking about your body. I'm talking about you—you look so young." "I am not young; I am 16 years old." He makes me laugh with his admission of age. "Isn't 16 years old very young?" I let out a scoff while crossing my hands over my chest.

I couldn't be more broken when I found out that I've been fooled all this while, thinking that I was being loved by him. I know that this will teach me a lesson not to trust easily in this life. Ever. Don't be confused as to how angry I am right now because it's actually not my fault. Now you guys would want to know me, wouldn't you? Well my name is Nuella, I'm seventeen years old and I'm kind of someone you'll call popular.

Disclaimer All the characters and places mentioned in this story are fictional, and they do not exist. Also, all the images and photos used, does not belong to me. Introduction Hey everyone, this is Jia Davis, I am a 23 year old, fun loving girl. I love to live my life at fullest and enjoy every second of it. You get to live just once, and you can't waste in thinking what others will think. I love the zeel and vibe of life. I am a big movie buff. I love watching movies.

Young can mean age 22 or young can mean age 52, it’s all about how you feel about yourself. It's really important to make yourself a priority in life, make yourself a priority!!! If you don’t take care of yourself, nobody else will. You have to be number one. All things in your life stem from your happiness. Be someone who makes you happy!Enjoy the small things. Take walks more often, watch the sunrise and watch it go down too, Stop and look at a babbling brook. Sit in an oversized chair at Barnes & Noble and read a great book.

"Why? You've never heard something like that before?" "No, I haven't. I've worked for a lot of people like you and I don't know If it's because you're young but you're different" "I'll take that as a compliment. You say young like I'm five, I'm not that small, you know? Besides, we look the same age. How old are you?" "Nineteen" "And I'm eighteen so what's the different" "Three hundred and sixty five days" "It's just a year, whatever"

The doctor came out holding the report. I walked up and asked, "Doctor, I was right, wasn't I? I'm a guy. I don't even have a uterus. There's no way I could be pregnant." The doctor sighed. "Young lady, stop being stubborn. You're three months pregnant. Get admitted now to prevent the miscarriage. There's still time!"