Novel & Cerita Paperjam X Fresh

Taylor's POV It's finally the weekend which means that today I will be going shopping with my best friends looking for clothes for our graduation party. This week had been crazy with confessions and saying goodbye to my childhood friend, Liam. However, we still keep contact with each other, even though we're in two different cities. Liam told me that Melissa was no longer an annoying bitch and she suddenly became nice to everyone and was starting to wear jeans. This at first was freaking Liam out, because she was totally different from her normal self but was going back to how she was in our childhood.

"Jasmine said you guys hired the young guy that came in yesterday." "Yeah. You know him?" Drake pulled off his coat and moved out of the way as a couple walked into the gym. "He was a freshman when I was a senior. He's a good guy. Shy, but maybe this is what he needs to come out of his shell." She shrugged and turned to greet the people coming in. "Marc Martin is going to be here in about an hour. Come get me when he gets here. We're going to the fire station together." "Oh yeah?" Violet turned and smiled. "He's a cutie."

“Is it heavy?” “Only when I remember it,” I say. “The rest of the time, I pretend it’s a mood ring.” “And what’s the mood?” “‘Don’t panic in front of cameras.’” We trade smalls: Maya’s new cat (named Soup; hates cucumbers), class schedules, her boss at the diner who calls everybody ‘kiddo’ even when they’re sixty. We do not talk about Mr. Adami. We do not talk about the way the internet can turn a person into a collage. We do not talk about the agreement in my bag like a second spine.

Jamaal and mystery man. ******

It would be the thing that would bring the unbearable pain burried inside for 4 years, and he wouldn't be proud. " Look, look, she is here" Shouted Melissa, the worst of them all. Ignoring her, I carried on walking, hoping she will jsut let it go. I stopped dead in my track when I felt something hard hit my head. I winced in pain. I looked at the ground, seeing a rock fall down just below my feet. Turning around, I was met with a completely different Tania. Her face full of make up. she was wearing a tight short black skirt with a white t'shirt tucked inside, a black leather jacket to finish off the look, Her uncovered hair bouncing as she walked, the beautiful golden waves reaching her tiny

I buried myself in the blanket so that they won’t find out that I’m lying. The next day Zayn, Jake and Chris left for martial art training. Three of us worked on our first project which was a charity programme. But none of us had an idea on what to do. It was boring than ever and without the boys around, atmosphere was too grumpy. “Amy...I can’t do this anymore. I’m really bored” Stacey yawned while resting her head on my shoulder. Jake and Stacey were so close for the last few days. They always hung out together.

” My cycle had just started, here and now…… here where I had no supplies or anything. I fell back in my pillow, willing the wave of cramps to pass. I had the vague sense of someone entering my room, I looked up to see Arian. “Hello Mr Jailor” I managed through the barrage of needles currently assaulting my abdomen. His nostrils flared as he sniffed once and frowned, “your cycle…..” “Yes, yes…. now go away, you’re making the pain worse” He left and I sighed, only to get startled again at his return, his arms were full of stuff, including a heating pad, tampons and some dark chocolate.

“Which set are you wearing today? The I’m-thinking-about-a-sordid-banking-scandal blinder, or the I-just-kissed-a-gorgeous-complicated-man blinder?” “Neither.” I laugh because if I don’t I’ll tilt and spill. “Can we have a moment with normal pancakes, please?” He slides a plate in front of me like a peace treaty. “Normal pancakes. Unlikely, but we’ll give it a go.” We attempt normal. Jamie complains about the annoying, pregnant influencer, who wants him to come back for another shoot because her astrologist told her the last one was done on an inauspicious day.

The screen behind him lit up with photos he’d curated: a mom asleep on the couch with laundry still on the floor; a student eating cereal out of the box at midnight; a guy laughing in a wrinkled t-shirt, hair sticking up like he just rolled out of bed. “This is You First,” Jamie said. His voice gained strength. “Not curated perfection. Not airbrushed lies. Just people being people. And Franklin saying, we see you. We’re with you.” --- The room went quiet. Jamie’s pulse hammered. He tried not to fidget, gripping the marker so tightly his fingers ached. For a long moment, no one said anything. Then Amanda leaned forward, her boredom replaced with interest. “That’s… good.” Jamie blinked.

Soon, the taxi arrived at their destination - Dreamyland Amusement Park. They got of the taxi and walked into the park. Jade excused herself and went to pay for tickets, leaving Shawn to admire the place. Shawn felt emotional as he looked around. The park was just like he'd imagined it to be. From the smell of candy in the air and the colorful environment to the costumed characters walking around the park, it was almost how he'd imagined it to be. The only slight difference was that it was a Wednesday and there weren't many people at the park.