Teens Novels & Stories

But it was when Juicy was eighteen that marked the end of the life that Jassmina Robinson had once lived. Juicy had come home from school. It was one of the few days that month that she'd even bothered to go to school. At the age of eighteen she was only in the tenth grade¡ªnot because she wasn't smart enough, but because she just didn't bother to attend classes. She had absolutely no interest in school. Juicy figured that she could be more productive bringing home money than sitting in a classroom all day while her clients found other people to take their money! Besides, she wanted to do hair for a living, so what good was history and math when she already had her future mapped-out for

Annie stated, not sparing Sonya a glance. "Will you shut up? This is not someplace for touts or for you to mess up. This is a school," Rachael paused, staring at the two lovesick teenagers. " You Annie, you like each other? Are you sure about that? A young guy like him that sneaks around and can't be forward with his intentions toward you should not be trusted," Rachael looked at the two teenagers in front of him. "Which grades are you?" she asked. " 11th grade and Annie is in grade 10," Sonya answered.

This wasn’t for me. *** I hate how short Sundays are. Is the only thing I think when I board the bus early morning the next day. I’m babysitting some kid today, a fourteen-year-old girl whose parents need a reliable person to guard their treasure for one afternoon. I swear that’s what it said. Some people just have the strangest combination of words.

CHAPTER FOUR Teenage FBI The enrolment phase was a swift affair helped by the incredible efficiency demonstrated by the members of The Blue Thunder Foundation. Shrugging off the melancholy air prevalent at the flagpole, the boys and girls—all in their early to mid-teens—were now inside the hut, a huge space painted in blue and white with a stage and lectern at one end. A Blue Thunder pennant secured to the wall spanned the stage, making an imposing backdrop.

she said in anger and quickly went offline but guess what, I DON'T CARE! "Underage drinking, that is what we are being arrested for" I told her, we weren't arrested yet but we will be, very soon. "Calm down, none of my Instagram followers know I am underage, so my friends won't be underage either. I have our fake IDs" she explained, sometimes I don't get her, Fake IDs? "You Crazy!!!!!!!" Miley yelled from upstairs, I swear the whole house vibrated. Trish quickly picked her phone and ran out of the house with Miley going after her. Miley parents are extra strict, they have a "reputation" to uphold. This will be the death of Miley.

Dani was thankful when he found out that our PE instructor canceled our class because something important came up. It wasn't lunchtime yet, but a lot of teens and young people were lining up to order beverages, and most of them were girls. "Was it always like this?" I asked as I put on my apron. "Yes. Every time they knew the owner is here, or the cousins and the brothers are here," he said rolling his eyes. He told me to turn around, and I did.

When I turn again, a nervous guy with messy hair greets me among a group of boys. “Oh… hi, Drake,” I shout enthusiastically, walking toward him. The other guys—obviously university students—watch us with envy. “Should I walk you? I was just leaving,” he awkwardly offers while saying goodbye to the rest.

Turning back to face me, “No good?” He shook his head, “I’ll sleep on the couch.” He sighed, “I’ll be fine. I was a boyscout.” Triston pressed his eyes closed. “Let’s get ready for dinner.”

} {"What the fuck do you want?" Saige's panicked breaths filled his ear first before she cried out. "Cha-Don. Soph. I-I can't find her! She’s missing!" Chase narrowed his eyes at the wall. “Saige, sappiamo entrambi che non sono un fan degli scherzi. Se questo è uno scherzo, è meglio smetterla. Non finirà bene per te," {"Saige, we both know I'm not a fan of pranks. If this is a prank, better stop it. It won't end well for you."}

The sun was barely up when Evelyn received a message on her burner phone—a number that only a few trusted people knew. The text was brief and to the point: *Meet me at the old cathedral. Midnight. Come alone.* Evelyn’s heart pounded as she read the message. Kade didn’t waste time. The old cathedral was a relic from a forgotten era, long abandoned and shrouded in urban legend. It was the perfect place for a clandestine meeting, far from the prying eyes of The Tribunal.