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B (7 votes)- The Boring Life Of a Typical 21st Century Teenager-(Option 3)

Chapter one (Start, wont be a finished chapter)

School, we all know why it's here, but, we can't we just learn on our own? I mean come on, we aren't stupid, and most of the things we know we tech ourselves, school just repeats things. It takes up most of your time, then you go home, and have homework. NOT FAIR.

My best friend actually like school, but she's a band geek, so what can you expect?

"Jay!" Kathleen called for me. She was holding her French Horn in her hand as she caught up to me, we were on our way to school.

"Why in such a hurry?" She asked me. I dramatically looked at my non-existent watch.

"Well schools will start in like, five minutes." I told her. She checked her phone.

"You mean twenty-five." She corrected. I nodded and turned the corner. A group of people were standing around a house. Josh, my younger brother by a year, came through the crowd and over to me and Kathleen.

"What's going on?" she asked.

"Some guy hung himself." Josh told us.

"Wait, the cops aren't here?" I asked.

"NO, they just left." I shrugged it off and continued to walk though the crowd of students. Kathleen grabbed onto my backpack trying to slow me down. I kept walking at the same pace.

"JAMES!" She screamed. I stopped in my tracks. The only reason Kathleen ever called me James was because she was mad.

"Calm down. What's wrong." She asked me.

"That's my dads house." I told her.

H(5 Votes)---Dear Mom and Dad, I'm Dead

No preview, I can't figure out how to write it yet

D(2 Votes)--The Secret Life Of Teen Celebrities

"Rowan! Rowan Kellar to set please!" The Director called out. I came out of my trailer and walked in front of the camera.

"Action!" He called out and the camera started rolling. Brett Chancellor walked onto set through a door and sat on the tan suede couch in front of the fire I was looking at.

"Stella, I can't keep you here." He told my character. I turned to look at him and the cameras followed my motions.

"You want me to go back to that hell hole? Chance, I can't." I told his character. He sighed.

"I'm not telling you to go back home, I'm telling you my parents said you can't stay here." I sat on the couch next to him.

"Why don't we just tell them?" My character asked his.

"I can't You know what happened to my sister." He said. I nodded.

"I can't go back to somewhere that is harmful to me. My dad BEATS me Chance." I pulled up the sleeve of my red cotton long sleeve shirt to reveal numerous blue/purple make-up marks that looked like bruises.

"Can't you find someone else to live with?" he asked. I shook my head and tears started to form in my eyes.

"I don't have anyone else to go to." My voice trembled.

"Well, Maybe you can be my little secret pet." He told my character, then he kissed me.

"CUT!" The director screamed. I stood up from the couch and brushed my pants off. In this movie, Chance Keeler was a rich boy, who fell in love with a poor lower-class girl. Hence the fireplace in his room.