Random Teenager Novels & Stories

What if they hate me because I suddenly came into their life? "How old are they?" I am also trying to hide the fact that I think he might be lying. "A 16-year-old boy and an eight-year-old sweet little girl"—I "know it would be weird if they were smaller, but I did not expect a teenager. Teenagers are always going through a lot and some, can they really handle it? I never thought that the thought of meeting his kids was going to cause me so much grief. "Okay, so a teenager," I say, clearing my throat. He turned to me, and now I could see his entire face and not only the side profile.

Then why should I be selfish? Sorry fellas, my name is May Jacobs. I am just a broken teenager who has been living a nightmare since I can remember. The treatment I got from my family left me wondering if all humanity has been wiped off. I am seventeen years old and at this moment, I have no idea where I am.

Joe stuttered with tears from his eyes as he recalled one of his previous ex's words. “You are too immature” she said after giving him a hot slap on the cheek. That was at age thirty-three, now he was more of an old man than a middle age for he is fifty years old. Joe stood up on his feet after realizing how many pains he might have caused Imelda, he fastened his shoes on and set to return home, his attention suddenly attracts to a scene where a teenager shouted. The teenager fell from a canoe into the big sea. “There's no way he'd survive the wave” a lady commented as people drew near to the scene.

The boy with a brown hair wearing his disdainful face he gives to Baxter. Baxter lift his eyes to the group and squint it a little to decrease the blinding of the sky to his eyes. "Sorry, I just wandered around." He silently apologized to the boy who's now standing above him looking down to him, same as the other three. "Wandering alone in the woods is not safe for a li'l boy like you." Said the other boy who have an Asian look at his face. "I'm not a little boy anymore. I'm fifteen, it's called teenager and I'm one of them." Baxter explained his side and that made one of the boys give him an amused look.

The teen leans in a whispers, “I told her I stood a better chance than her and i might be right if you didn’t have a hot old guy.” Rhett chuckles, “Maybe if you were older. Seventeen is still too young, Roann.” “One more year! You promised last year that when I turned eighteen we’d hang out,” the kid whispers. “You keep making me wait, but I’d suck you both off.” “What are we talking about, boys?” The flirty sister asks. “Boy stuff, you know cocks, hot guys, and your brother’s future as a bartender after he goes to school to learn the ropes,” Rhett says.

Sixteen. Sixteen is this damn weird age—you're not a kid anymore, but being an adult feels like putting on a suit three sizes too big. It’s that awkward stage where you're still getting the hang of it, stumbling around, pretending to have shit figured out when, really, you’re as clueless as ever. Friendships get messier, crushes get more complicated, and everything feels like it’s got hidden layers. Suddenly, nothing’s innocent anymore. Take the cafeteria at Halloway High, where Shawn Jones, king of the shallow end of the gene pool, is strutting around like he owns the place. He’s got this cocky smirk plastered on his face, basking in all the attention he’s raking in.

“And you aren’t?” He winces. I pause, “You are a teenager right?” He sighs, “My family have work as the peace makers amongst other things, and often times I am trying to learn, so I skipped most of school. Unlike you, who’s eighteen… I am nineteen.” He is big sure, bigger than me, he has a beautiful smile, white teeth that seemed to wink in the sunlight, his muscles scream live in the gym. “That’s still a teenager.” He sucks on his teeth,

I asked. He snickered. "So, you expect to believe you're not a kid just because you can fight? Don't be ridiculous, baby girl. I've seen quite a few rebellious teenagers who could throw a good punch and do damage to people's faces, but it doesn't make them any older, does it?" He argued, and I shook my head in disbelief. I suddenly felt like looking at myself in the mirror for a few minutes just to see for myself what gives them the impression that I'm young enough to be a teenager. I mean, I knew I wasn't exactly old, but I also don't think I look that young.

Almost admitted it, but I restrained myself. "I can accept that for now, Princess." I just let it go. Not sure that even if I lie or not.. he will do something. I had forgotten those Senior High School days, and going back to the past was really sickening. "And what about you?" I'm guessing that his teenage years were wild. He shrugged. "I went through adolescence like guys go through puberty." Oh, of course, my guess was right. I've seen Maven like that in puberty, and that seems like a long time considering how childish he is, and how he always wanted to throw his seed at any woman.

I used my fingers to comb through my black hair and tied it into a messy bun on top of my head, letting a few strands fall on my face My name is Renee, a seventeen years old teen and this is the life I live, being maltreated constantly is my new normal, if anyone had told me in the past that this would happen to me in the nearest future, I would have died with such person rather than to accept the prophecy and do you know why?