Story For Teens Novels & Stories

Steve and I made a promise to each other that we wouldn't let anything or anyone come between our friendship. How long we are going to keep this promise is what I don't know. So for now I can keep crushing but I am not going to confess. I don't want to let my story be like Adriana's. Though she had a happily ever after but who knows? Mine might not be like that. I remember the last time Steve and I were talking about this crushing stuffs. " What do you think about Crushing, Stella? " She had asked me. " Well, I think having a crush is a pretty normal thing for us as a growing teenager but we just have to know how to control our feelings. " I had replied.

Now every year in the summer they honour the oak and the man that brought life back into the town. Everything was happy and prosperous as the town grew more and more lively but remained its quaint size just like its people wanted. The local high school was starting up a fresh new year and like one would imagine any school to be it was full of secrets. Teenagers being something they’re not for some reason or another or teenagers being bullied for choosing to stay true to themselves rather than conform to what society wants from them. One of these teenagers was none other than Cassidy Bones, the head cheerleader and all around happy go lucky popular girl. She had blond hair and blue eyes and m

"What's your story sweetheart?" "Oh!" I laughed. Court insisted that we stick to the script. We are not underage girls who ran away from home. No one will take us seriously if we assume those roles. We are adults who are looking for an adventure. I can't tell Nate the real story. "I just wanted to get away from my parents."

It was then he got caught by my Mom to be cheating on her. It was a big blow for my Mom because several times he had promised to end the relationship but only for her to find out after a few months that the mistress was transferred to another house only. I was tired seeing their relationship fall apart. And that is why, here I am in a convent trying to have some peace of mind and saving myself from possible heartaches in the future. I don't believe in fairytales anymore. For lovers, it's only once upon a time they were happy, then they end. So here is my story.

Excitement builds up in my chest and I become restless. My mind drifts off to the memorable time in my life when my aunt, Jocelyn, told me about I was twelve years by then and I had gone to get my hair braided by her. She began a tall story about her adventures at the mysterious and popular university. She went on and on about the fun and excitement that awaited every student, no matter your interests and also not forgetting to include their amazing studying facilities.

I was supposed to be a naïve sixteen-year-old high school girl but I was never just a little kid at any point in my life. My mom and her friends abused my brother and me, I spent most nights in a dingy park hiding, and now as a teenager I was living with my psycho boyfriend trying to outsmart the drug lords in this town, one which was his father and another himself. I didn't get to be normal and neither did Derek or Christian. We dragged Ethan and Layla into our mess of a life and the four of us sat in a school library studying so maybe one day we would get the life we wanted.

Amanda and Amora were the closest to her, and always invited her to all kinds of events. While they were talking, the words from Emanuele's mother's e-mail stopped in her head, as did the scenes from the nightmare. Would she ever have the courage to tell her own story to this group of friends? Would she be accepted by them? What if Alexandra was also running with all her might from her past, trying to rebuild herself and put down roots in another place and with other people? It made sense, didn't it? Why else would a 17-year-old teenager be working to survive, living alone? And not saying anything about a family?

“It doesn’t matter though, if I like Axl or not. Last night, he told me that he wasn’t the kind of guy to fall in love with.” Aspen huffed out a laugh. “Of course, he said that. Axl’s had a rough life. His mom left him with his grandmother when he was nine, then she just disappeared. He had to grow up way faster than any of us had to. When Peyton came along, he didn’t even think about it. He just stepped up and took her in. He’s a survivor.” And survivors, Aspen knew, were often the hardest people to reach. “He thinks I’m a spoiled brat,” Merit said softly.

A girl with a buzzcut said she was kicked out last month and had been couch-hopping since. A boy named Amir admitted he’d tried to take his own life twice last year because his church told him God wouldn’t love someone like him. A non-binary teen named Rowan shared how their parents refused to use their name. And when Sarah looked at them, she didn’t see tragedy. She saw revolution. After the meeting, as the teens lingered over free donuts and quiet conversations, Isabelle approached her sister. "That was... incredible. I think Mom would’ve been proud."

But, Mom," Rachel pleaded, her voice shaking with emotion, "you know how hard it is for me to connect with someone. To find someone who makes me feel alive." Rachel took a deep breath, her eyes never leaving her mother's. "Would you rather I had done this with some random boy at a party, and ended up pregnant and alone?"