teens

She had been a teenager once, and she knew that, despite the apparent contradictions, a person's teenage years lasted well into their fifties.

I had an unfortunate habit of allowing my anger to blind me. An extremely unfortunate habit. Glate knew that, and he knew how to stop me from doing something stupid. He was my sense of reality in a world thrown off balance. But he wasn__ here now.

Sometimes I wonder about good and evil. If the villain wins, isn't he heralded as the hero? I've tried so hard to be good since that day, but sometimes I wonder whether it's even worth it. After all, to be the hero, I have to win.

For one last time, I said my goodbyes to the place I__ known as home for the last decade, and for the first time, I welcomed the unknown.

But do you think our futures are already determined for us?___hy are you asking all of this? What__ going on?__ let out a small laugh. __emember when we were in the hallway?_ He nodded. __ell, Thirteen tried telling me that I couldn__ escape my fate and that there was no point in fighting the inevitable.___o you think it is inevitable?_ he asked.__e?_ I scoffed. __o. Nothing is ever guaranteed. One minor adjustment can alter everything. Nothing is ever set in stone. As of right now, we__e all on one path: we__e all stuck inside of this hell that we__e trying to escape, and it may seem like the outcome has already been determined for us, but it hasn__. The smallest of things could change everything. A death. Deception. Anything could force us to follow another path, and you know what? We determine that path, not fate.___hat path do you see yourself on?_ Colton hopped up onto the computer desk, tucking his hands underneath his thighs.__ see us starting new lives outside of this place, far from McVeigh and his men,_ I answered honestly. __ut I know not all of us will make it out of here. There is still more pain to come our way, but there is also happiness if we allow for it.

He__ not yet realized that by giving away nothing but barefaced lies he__ come to wither and rot inside. But she__ still looking for him into the void of his cold heart.

I should walk away. That would be the right thing to do. It would be the smart thing. But I can't, because I'm Taylor Caldwell, the girl who cuts.

Whuppins were like kid taxes we paid with our behinds.

She looked over the colored boxes of smiling women holding plastic sticks. Why isn__ there a box showing a terrified teen?

Everything around her was in a fog; the intense light that always shone in his aqua blue eyes was the only thing in focus, but it was suddenly unknown... different... almost embarrassing.

If she had looked into his eyes at that very moment she would have seen the inferno that she had thrown him into.

Some people were simply created with the right genes and the proper social skills, I figured. They ended up at a lunch table with a group of good-looking individuals, like them, who did what all good-looking individuals managed: making the rest of us feel both envious of them and sad for ourselves, intentional or not. They had activities outside of school and followers online__eople of social necessity who sat at home on Friday nights and 'liked' popular posts in hopes that they, too, might one day be as attractive and personable.

The weekends are too short for sleep!

Sleep is the only thing I stay awake for.

The more often you visualize your success and the more details you envision, the more motivated you__l feel.

If all else fails, try to get some sleep_whether you realize it or not, getting enough sleep can make it easier to solve problems, control your emotions, and cope with change.

The biggest regrets people have aren__ about what they did, but what they didn__ do.

Three out of every one hundred people set goals. Even fewer write them down_ You can be someone who does have goals__ Goal Getter!