Random Teenager Novels & Stories

Here it is. I slammed the door in anger and went outside. So, what is next? - Give me a ten, I'll tell you who rented the numbers here, - I looked back at the approached cheeky teenager of thirteen or fourteen years old. Trying to appear cooler than the frost, he was dressed in an unseasonable light sports jacket, of course, unbuttoned; his red-coloured hands were shoved into the pockets of his tight jeans, his even redder ears betrayed how stupid his whole outward appearance was and how cold he really was. But he was very helpful right now.

I like completely opposite things and that was what most people don't get about me but it was okay because everyone's entitled to their own opinions and I never aimed to please everybody to begin with. Teenage angst at its finest, right? The typical rantings of a sixteen year old teenage girl, with a lot of inner conflict, trying to catch the attention of the boy she liked. Sounded like an overrated plot to a really sappy movie, right? If only it was that simple. If only my life was like in the movies where the guy falls for the girl in the end or like in fairy tales where happily ever afters existed. But this was real life...a life that became even more complicated the day I met Adrian...

As I grew up, my life became more and more complicated: the stage of adolescence, my first period, mood swings, feelings for a boy, dissatisfaction with your body. I went through many things, my first love was my worst mistake, I was devastated by him, but those are things that today I don't want to remember; I made several mistakes, yes, but that's what life is about and I don't want to live my whole life with fear, because otherwise, I won't enjoy my life; I will grow old and I won't have adventurous or crazy memories, I want to enjoy my youth, but in a healthy way, of course.

“Are you kidding me? You just almost became a Happy Meal for a dozen walkers, and your first thought is to ask for weed?” Levi shrugged, the gesture exaggerated by the bulk of his hoodie. The bravado was creeping back in, fortified by the relative safety of the room. “World’s ending, man. Gotta take the edge off. Besides, I’m fifteen. It’s not like you’re corrupting a minor. The concept of a ‘minor’ is kinda… outdated, don’t you think?”

Halfway through the meal, Rachel's eyes widen slightly, Sara knew exactly what she was concerned about and sighed. "Uh-oh" Rachel sighed nodding behind Sara with her eyes, "Here comes the Virgins." "Great..." Sara replied, readying herself. The sound of several teen-aged boys chuckling grew louder and louder. 'Virgins' weren't literally virgins but was the nickname given to anyone recently turned eighteen. They were new to adult society and were a little too excited to take part in Sexual Conversations. 'Virgin' boys in particular would often not fully respect all the subtle social rules that went along with it all. In short, they all acted the same way as Max would at home, uncaring about a

I put my hand on my face. “Shit, you weren’t lying, Viper,” One of the teenagers stated. “Rangers girl is standing in Logan’s room.” “Of course I wasn’t lying,” Viper answered. “Do you honestly think I wouldn’t know who Rangers Girl is and what she looks like, Skunk?” Viper? Skunk? Do I even want to know? Ugh. This is creepy as fuck. A bunch of 12 and 13-year-olds staring at me. I looked at Nathan with pleading eyes.

Jordan ranted standing up and realised he was breathing hard. “I don’t like this, I don’t like this at all,” John said shaking his head when he covered his mouth. “He’s an adult, you’re a child!” “I am not a child! I’m eighteen, legal, an adult in the eyes of the law, dad! Just because we had sex earlier makes no difference when there is a programme on the TV about sixteen year olds getting pregnant!”

Sophia and Evelyn fixated on the glow of the laptop screen. The first article that captured their attention was a quirky revelation about a teenage Kyle Vitali. At the tender age of 15, he found himself in a peculiar predicament – pulled over at the police station for trespassing. The article detailed a mischievous escapade where the young Kyle, along with three friends, dared to jump over the fence of a house and indulged in an illicit pool plunge until the authorities intervened.

Eleven, a young 18-year-old girl who lives in fear, her life feels dark and crowded like hell. Even though she doesn't know what it's like to live in the real hell, but living with her alcoholic father makes her believe that hell will be better than the place she calls home.

She is not a home-wrecker because Aunt Vivian doesn't love that man anymore. A 17-year-old teenager, fearless, wanting to fight for her first love without knowing how deep the gap separates her from Joe. To be Continue...