Memories from earlier this year flashed into my mind. My mom screaming at me from the ground and me in the tree stuck out in my mind. I remember exactly what happened. I had misplaced a book from school and was told to pay for it. ($5 it was a paperback that they were about to replace) My mom got furious and had screa...
One thing I'll always remember is my parents saying "Everyone has a story" "Everyone has a story with a past, tragic or not. Everyone has a story that is meant to go unjudged, even if it was never told" But sometimes we forget that. Like when I though that my guardian was the devil. Even though he taught me how to lau...
*Sequel to Wasteland For The Teenaged* Three and half years have pass since the last time Vic has seen his one true love. Iris that is. Vic is still on his journey with his band. He's touring the road and playing for hundreds of kids every night, he's living his dream. When the band ends up in Palm Springs, near th...
humor #01 & teen fic #02 Alyssa Taylor is famous, well famous on Youtube, that is. Doing covers of popular songs and her sassy personality has gotten her from a small town in Northern California to the big city in Southern California. That isn't enough though, for Alyssa is striving for one thing: to make it in the m...
*** BOOK ONE **** "We're all a little weird, life's a little weird, and when we find someone who's weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall in mutual weirdness and call it love." -Dr. Seuss
"I may have failed, but I have loved you from the start." A Jaime Preciado Fanfiction, All Rights Reserved.
*Completed with finished sequel* Iris Rae Knight is many things to doctors, family members, and the students at school. She is extremely mentally ill but to Vic Fuentes, she is a dazzling, kind-heart, and courageous long time best friend. Things have changed now that they are fresh out of high school. Iris being a...
-Grace- Everything was great.. I had the best friends that anyone could ask for, and one that knew me better than I knew myself. We were in love... or so I thought. He took my heart with him to California and I was left a broken girl... how do you fix something that is permanently broken? How do you move on? You...