Scoups #seventeen Novels & Stories

Therefore, I had been urging Caleb to mark me and held the wedding. But seven times, he abandoned me right before marking. Some people blamed that my glands were cursed, but I know it was not. Before the last marking, Susan got lost in the forest, and Caleb had to find her. Before that, Susan lost her house key, and Caleb had to help her open the door. Before that, Susan didn't want to eat, and Caleb had to coax her to eat—Seven failed markings, seven excuses to run to Susan, seven times to abandon me without hesitation.

My name's Elizabeth Morgan, I'm 17 and a senior at Hillside High. If you didn't catch on, I live in this town called Hillside. We have lots of hills, and it's the most boring place I've ever lived. I don't recommend it to anyone. Anyways, back to the important stuff and the real reason why you're reading this. At my school, there's this one boy who is commonly known as the fuckboy. He's slept with every girl in our grade besides four of us. Those lucky four being myself, my best friend Ellie, and two other girls you'll probably hear about later.

That was enough to distract Gwen who showered Royce with kisses while saying, "Oh I am so proud of you Roycee-boo! What a great way to start the day!" This time, August was watching them. She looked happy for them but also disgusted by them. She turned to me and said, "Weirdos," while rolling her eyes. Royce then toured us to his photo exhibit. Thirteen pieces of photos which he called The Last Year of Seventeen– his concept was the final year of highschool. The final year of freedom and youth. The final year before we are faced with bigger challenges and choices that would actually impact our lives. Most of the photos were taken in the Academy. Some in the Liberty Mead with Royce’s horse. M

The next few days were strange. We were tender with each other careful not to press too hard on the bruise forming between anticipation and loss. We talked about logistics. Dates. Time zones. We laughed more than necessary, like laughter could preemptively soften the ache. But underneath it all, something churned. One afternoon, I found myself staring at an old photo on my phone. Seventeen-year-old me. Seventeen-year-old her. Her arm slung around my shoulders. My smile reckless and unguarded. We looked like people who hadn’t learned yet how much loving could ask of you.

"Don't worry about me,," "It's not about you,,,I don't want any attention on me. It's scary" Rose said "What?" Rose nodded "I mean,,what if your crazy fans attack me,,you know what I mean." Rose said "Then I will tell them you're my girlfriend,not like we are planning to keep it a secret" Seven said "I know,,but not now okay? I'm not ready to be tagged as,,,Seven's girlfriend" Rose mumbled Seven sighed and went back to the car,,he took a facemask

before the door opened and boy I am not expecting what I witnessed Scar is a girl with pixie cut black hair with brown eyes. She has a nose ring and she have tatoos all over her right arm. I know staring is rude but I can not help it. I did not expect that she will look like this. I smiled so wide I am sure she can see my wisdom tooth and shouted at the same time hug her. *weird side activated* "You are so awesome! Are you Scar? Oh my gosh! Does it hurt when you were inked? Can I have one too?!"

My voice sounds like a six or seven year old kid. “No! You deserve that for shouting to your mother! You ungrateful child!” “Mom—Tiara! Stop right now! Give her back to us! You don't have any rights to her anymore!” Alexis shouted. “Huh! I am her mother! I have all the rights than you do!” Tiara shout back. “You will give her back to us or I will call a medical facility so they will come and get you?” A girl in her teen age said. I saw how Tiara's eyes widened and her face paled. She looked at me before looking back to the girl.

The other stripper before her grimaced. “Yeah, like she’d be proud you’re using her name for this job.” “Oh come on! Sex work is work!” Rose defended loudly. “How about you? What’s with Euphoria, pale girl?” She then turned to me when the latter ignored her. “She’s Cath. Am I right?” Another girl, whom I heard is Giana aka Victoria batted her eyes at me. Shyly, I nodded. “She’s young and she goes to school so she’s smart. Give it to her if she wants the name Euphoria.”

~RAINBOW I was startled by the scream as I staggered back two steps. "It's a ghost! Jean! A ghost!" She screamed. This shattered my heart into two and what was left of it sank into the pit of my stomach. My soul burned at her reaction and it hurt that this was only happening because of my scars. The girl looked younger than Jean. We could have been around the same age bracket. She had blond curls that showed off her piercing blue eyes while clad in a pale blue dress.

he suggests. I purse my lips and pull the iPad on the desk closer to me. I open up my calendar. I had four calendars that needed to work in tandem. I had mine, Rae's, Poppy's, the figurehead of The Howard Holdings Company, Audrey Ellis, my fun brunette persona when I wanted to forget my life for a while, and my reclusive ginger Frankie James. Frankie was never on my calendar, unfortunately. Audrey only makes appearances because she was more or less my alter ego for the gentlemen's club, Eve. And realistically, Rae and Poppy are the same person. Poppy is just to save face for Rae. I'd always be Rae Spencer no matter how much I tried to run away from that life.