Teenager Novels & Stories

Act fine when I'm not and lie about the way I feel. I met Miss Mia's kids earlier. Names are Kira-the teen, and Merliah. Both pretty and kind at the same time. Kira is the shy type but I can sense she is an intelligent kid with a bright future ahead. Merliah is the extroverted one. She's jolly and a curious cat that she came to the point of asking me what's my favourite planet. The time we spent together is short since they need to go home. Miss Mia is an independent woman and I admire her for raising two great kids without any man helping him raise her kids- aside from Sir Flinn who's paying her salary.

she says, making me look at him surprised. “You think I can do better with teens? I… I don't know. I mean, it's such a big responsibility to teach teens. They are in their prime to become young adults. Everything in that stage is much more sensitive for them. What they learn during that time will forever shape the rest of their future.” I said, feeling uncertain about her suggestion.

he said, his bare chest on full display for everyone to see. The group had grown larger now, with at least ten more teenagers joining. They all began walking up the beach. We followed along, Hayden never removing his arm, but then he received a call. The person on the other end seemed to anger him. His tone grew colder, and he eventually hung up. He ran a hand down his face and sighed, staying silent.

"Why are you home so early? Didn’t you have soccer practice?" "It was swimming! Soccer’s on Mondays!" he snapped, walking toward the shelves full of books. "And stop patting my head like I’m a kid. I’m fifteen, almost sixteen…" "Sixteen is a good age!" Kai smiled kindly. "At sixteen, important things happen…"

I ask with a raised brow "IWasKindaHopingYou'dLetHimStayWithYou?" She mutters "Huh!?" "I said i was kinda hoping you'd let him stay with you" she repeats giving me the puppy dog eyes. "What? You do realize I'm in no position to take care of a sixteen year old right now. Plus if your parents find out i could go to Jail!" "I know but they wont find out, it would look like he escaped or something and I'd take care of any of his expenses of course" she tried to reason.

It was the kind of impression that could stop someone in their tracks, not romantic love at first sight, but something just as powerful: awe and curiosity. Ocean lingered behind as Cassie approached. “Hi, I’m Cassie Munroe. And you are?” The boy rose smoothly, meeting her gaze and giving a firm handshake. “My name doesn’t matter,” he said coolly. “But just so you know, I’m ten. People think I’m twelve or thirteen.” “I actually thought you were fifteen,” Cassie said politely. He lowered his gaze for a brief moment, almost shyly. “That’s why I want to lose weight, but nothing’s worked so far. My grandparents say it’s genetic. My dad thinks it’s just because I’m a kid and I’ll grow out of it.”

The boy was in his teenage years and didn't seem to be any older than fourteen with jet-black hair and fearful brown eyes that looked like they'd been through hell and back. "Thank you," I said gently, my hands rubbing my exposed arms to warm them up a little. The wind had picked up speed and most people had already gone inside to keep themselves warm.

His chin reached just over the table. “You’re Ryder, right?” Emmie asked. “Yeah,” the boy said. “Who are you?” “I’m Emmie,” the girl smiled. “How old are you.” “Five.” “Oh, that’s nice. I’m seventeen.” “Do you go to middle school?” The blonde chuckled. “Actually, I’m in the last year of high school already. Do you go to middle school?” The boy giggled and shook his head as he pulled his feet onto the seat and placed them under his butt to be taller. “I’m in grade school.”

He even passed a page while I stood there, unable to understand the universe and his whole porpoise. Why was he here? Why was he touching my notebook? Why hadn't Jameson called me? "Aren't you a bit too young for college?" "I'm nineteen." "You look twelve." He added quickly. "Right." It's not like I hadn't heard that before. He drifted like a tiger prancing. Once his foot was out the door, I moved towards the door to close it, but when he stopped and turned back to me, I had to stop myself from dismissing him.

“I wonder why they don’t let us in their conversations. We’re not little kids anymore! We understand perfectly what they are saying! Even Annie is there!” “We’re technically still kids. We’re just ten, minors and well, we are emerging adolescents but they don’t credit that.” Trixie scoffed which made him glance at her. “Why do you even want to be in their boring conversation?” “I don’t know!” she yells, her voice hinting she’s annoyed. “Something about them is just attracting me. Maybe I want to be included in a mature conversation!”