Young Adult Mga Nobela at Kwento

My mouth was still the same, that top lip slightly bigger than my bottom one. “Do you feel older?” I asked. She shrugged her slim shoulders. “Not really. But we’re eighteen now. Legal adults.” My lips curved into a smile. I wasn’t quite sure if I felt like an adult. Or that I was even ready to be an adult. I was certainly in no rush.

I yawned while sitting upright. “It's 4 pm. It's time for the youth to wake up from last night's hangover and go have fun. You see this thing of working at 22? You don't have a social life. 22-year-olds are either in clubs or stadiums. They are having fun.” She's so rambling. “What do you want from me Emihle?”

To make a long story short I was caught, tried and convicted. I had the great good luck to be tried under a fairly new Federal law called the Youthful Offenders Act. Basically the YOA was a program pushed through with the thought of rehabilitation in mind. If you were between the ages of eighteen and twenty-five, had no previous record and the crime for which you were arrested was non-violent in nature you could be tried under the YOA.

"It's a disaster that we don't know when it happened. So you don't have to feel guilty. It's part of the adult life journey, Jong." Kai broke the hug. Cupping both of Hyomi's chubby cheeks. "So, you feel like an adult now?" Hyomi tickled Kai's stomach until the man laughed amusedly. "Of course! We're already in our mid-twenties!" "Alright alright." Kai relented rather than continue to be amused. "But I'm going to ask you one thing." "What's that?" "Since being an adult means we can't see each other every day, I hope you won't have to trust many people."

I know that when we talk about adults; he doesn’t give a crap, but if there are children involved, he will do the inhumane thing to rescue them. I sigh and say to Rick, “How many kids are being molded today?” “Harry has them classified by age: The beginners are the infants. It ranges from newborns to three years old. Then there are the children’s, whose ages range from three to six years; the youth ones, which range from six to nine years old and those in the junior category range from nine to thirteen years old.” “This sounds like an academy.” “Exactly. It’s an academy called Future Promises. The perfect façade of a boarding school.”

“I can buy my own damn drinks.” I laughed, relieved that she had somehow broken the nervous tension between us. “That was one time,” I protested. “And if you remember, I was underage too. I just had the benefit of being tall and having an ID that actually, you know, looked like me. Unlike some people.” Audrey grinned and nudged me with her shoulder. “Those were the good old days, weren’t they?” she asked, sounding surprisingly wistful. I raised an eyebrow at her. “And here I figured you were having your good old days now, and that’s why you haven’t been back to North Carolina in so long. What have you been up to anyway?”

The future has many possibilities, so how come one isn’t good enough? The last time I got a part-time job, I got kicked out of college. The last time I made friends, they threw me away when I needed them the most. The last time I went to college, the whole year was a disaster. How did life become so hard? Being an adult, just urgg. “Dang. I miss being a kid,” I say to myself. “Who doesn’t?” A voice spoke, Wendy. “How long have you been here?” She hesitates, ”Maybe a minute or two. I heard loud groans and I thought you were injured. I guess I was wrong.”

Waylon Isabella is a sixteen years old smart girl with a skinny welt built curving body. Light in complexion and has long curling blonde hair, which fitted her face with dimples around her cheeks. Her face dazzled like that of an angle with sparkling eyes, with a straight noise and succulent lips.

Angelica McSmith opened the dance floor with her latest boyfriend, Clinton Jay. A nineteen-year-old popular artist who started his music career at the age of ten and had became the dream boyfriend of all girls through his heart melting music and handsome face. The two lovers held unto each other in a romantic way and kept looking into each other's eyes. Alisha decided to forget about Kim Yoon-hye for the night and just enjoy everything. This might be her only opportunity and she wanted to enjoy every single seconds of it and tell it story to her grandkids in the future.

"What the heck is this? We're among teenagers." "They are college students. Not teenagers." Ara corrected. "I was eighteen when in college." "And at what age did the law say you become an adult?" "Fuck the law. We were all still young and immature." "Not me. I was having five boyfriends then. Not so mature." Ara replied. "You still were. Come on. Five boyfriends?" "None of them noticed that I was playing them until I dropped them all." "Okay. We could say you were smart but not mature. Mature people know that one partner is enough."