Young Adult Graphic Novels & Stories

com To : DameinYoung.damien@g***l.com From: MrsYoung@g***l.com Subject : lyrics Mr Young, I’m trying to come up with excuses as to why you never talk to me, or why you disappeared that day before I even see you. Maybe you need time? If it wasn't for me, you wouldn't have come to pick me up or there wouldn't be any accidents. I understand if you don't like me anymore, Can We meet?( Not me crying on my bed and sending you this)

I managed to do some jobs around town and paid rent for the right to stay in that room as if I were a boarder. My parents were both from wealthy backgrounds, each with their own trust fund, etc. I on the other hand had nothing as of my 18th birthday. Their generosity ended on that magic 18th b-day. Working two jobs, one in a warehouse as a stacker and the other in a plumbing pipe yard as a stacker, it was great for my tan and my developing physique but not much else. Those jobs made my arms strengthen as my biceps grew until they bulged 23 inches worth. However, they didn't increase my bank accounts. Having to pay my parents for rent and my ten year old car, I was broke. I had to think of so

A sarcastic laugh cut through the air. “You’re a riot. I didn’t know you board, should’ve figured though.” Brody’s hazel eyes were illuminated in the darkness as she openly checked me out. I guess that made enough sense. My style was all over the place, but I never strayed too far from a punk stuck in the early 2000’s. Pre 2010 Avril Lavigne would be so proud. “Long time ago.” I sighed, throwing my head back to take another swig. She set her skateboard between us and I traced my fingers along the grainy surface nostalgically. “How long have you been skating?” I aimed to keep the conversation light.

my father asked quietly. "God, I hope not." My voice cracked. "He's my baby, Dad. I don't know what to do." Lucian padded over, barefoot and grinning, holding up a sketchpad. "Look what I drew!" He flipped it around. A caricature - me with exaggerated sharp jaw and tattoos, my father beside me looking stern and regal, both of us sitting exactly like this by the pool. It was surprisingly good for a thirteen-year-old. "This is the trend now," Lucian announced proudly. "Caricatures. I made one for you guys."

When I was a little girl, I always thought I was just like other girls my age but that turns out that wasn’t true. The truth is, I’m a werewolf. The first time I had gained any knowledge of my true nature, I was twelve years old. That was the first time I turned.