My life is miserable. So here I am, spilling my guts on some silly teen writing website.Okay. I'm fifteen, I have a boyfriend, first boyfriend I've ever had. He had this awesome, hair, like fire. Naturally straight. Once upon a time, it was quite long. He plays drums, he has this room with a lot of expensive equipment in it at the moment. I can't listen to him play for long, his drums are so darn...

“So…how many guys have you kissed again?”I smiled amused by the question; he and I both knew the exact answer.“One.”I felt him smile against my neck, “lucky guy,” he mused.The past week has been like a dream. That’s all I can say. I had so much doubt that this would never happen. I’d wanted it for a entire year. In some ways, an entire year is an incredible time to be waiting....

This is an account of a day:I slept until nine, I often find it hard to sleep past ten.There are no clouds in the sky and the sun burns my skin. It’s only September. A harsh hot summer lies ahead. I’m already in shorts.I make some pancakes for breakfast lunch. They are delicious. But they don’t help the way I feel today. I feel like shit, I feel fat, pimply, ugly and tired.Mum thinks it’s...

A cool wind whipped at her legs sending goose bumps to her toes. It was getting colder. She shuddered looking up at the sky. The clouds that had been only a minor threat on the horizon that morning were now overhead. Dark and threatening, they rumbled loudly, seeming to shake the ground.He looked at her a smirk forming across his face. “Not a fan of thunderstorms?”She shook her head and...