Novel & Cerita New Young Adult

“But there are more homeless people in the world but yet you chose me. Why’s that?” “Because I’m more comfortable with people my age. In your case, looks like my age. I’m not good with older… people. And there’s at a point in their lives, they messed up with something that made them homeless. I’m not saying they’re bad people but you look young and need a second chance. You’re probably the youngest one I’ve ever helped so far. Other than children. Children count as one family, including their parents.” “ I thought I was the only one. I guess I’m not as special as I thought I was.”

TO BE CONTINUED What is Abdou going to do? Your impressions and suggestions are welcome. See you soon for a new game full of twists and surprises

I know exactly why he makes this call. “Hello, and no.” My attitude is very clear. “Nyx, are you sure you don’t want to join us at the party? There’re a lot more young girls here than last year.” Duke’s excited sound can be heard through the phone. Duke is only twenty, an age excited about everything, especially the mate thing. He stops at nothing helping me find my mate. “You said young girls.” I put stress on “young”. “So what? You’re also young.” Duke insists.

"I would be happy to if it is a suitable opportunity." Celia’s manager was a young man in his twenties. He wore gold-rimmed spectacles and had chiseled facial features and a bright smile. "Celia once told me that her neighbor was a charming young woman who graduated from a prestigious school. I wondered who this outstanding individual was, and I'm quite surprised to know that you're actually my senior! "Let me introduce myself. My name is Cedric Lund. I once studied in AEA University's Faculty of Design and I'm two years your junior. It'd be such an honor to have you join us."

Her skin was a deep, rich ebony, and her eyes sparkled with a mix of innocence and desire. Lataya had just turned 18, and this was her first time in a club. She had always been a bit shy, but tonight, she wanted to let go, to experience the freedom and excitement that came with adulthood. She had heard whispers about the famous p**n star who was rumored to be at the club tonight, but she never imagined she would actually see him.

More specifically, in four months, when I would turn eighteen and be free to do whatever I wanted with my life. I already had plans for this new chapter of my life. When I made my cry of freedom, I planned to move to the capital with my best friend, Marina, where we would share rent on an apartment, find new jobs, and take a pre-college course in hopes of getting into a public university, since neither of us could afford a private one.

--- Maya and Priya came for New Year's. They brought Anya, now seventeen, tall and confident, applying to universities. She wanted to study social work, like Maya, to help kids like herself. "You're continuing the legacy," I said. "I'm building my own." "That's the same thing." --- The new year came. I didn't make resolutions. I didn't make promises. I just continued — the way they would have wanted. "Happy new year," I said to the stones. "Happy new year," I imagined them replying.

My name was Victory Carlson, and I was a college student. I had a pure, lovely, and youthful look, and an impressive 36E bust, and I easily attracted Damon Powell's attention the moment I appeared. Damon was my boyfriend. He'd always wanted to have sex with me, but I listened to advice from my stepdad, Charlie Kramer, that I was only truly considered an adult after I turned 21 years old. "It's going to be my 21st birthday in two days. I'll let you have your wish when that time comes," I told Damon while nestled in his arms in the grove of trees on campus.

The sound of metal screaming against metal was so loud I woke up crying. I grabbed my bag and headed out the door before they could ask me if I was okay. I couldn't tell them. If the government sensors in our walls picked up on my "instability," I’d be marked as a failure before I even took the test. The city was already waking up. Thousands of us, all seventeen-year-olds in identical grey uniforms, walked toward the Academy. The cameras were everywhere, perched on top of buildings like mechanical birds, watching our every move, measuring our heart rates, recording our eye movements.