All it takes is one wrong move; One raindrop, One little flame, One tiny mistake, And it’s broken beyond repair. I guess that’s why they’ve always reminded me a bit of myself. Pillowbook

These poems all have the common denominator of school. Maybe they were written in school, or about the education system, or about someone I go to school with, but they're all alike in that respect.

Lies. Secrets. Hidden doors. Court intrigue. Forced to become a slave at the royal castle, Arnae finds herself entangled in a political chess game... where she just might be the pawn.

Would you jump me?" he asked. I gaped at him like a fish on the bank of a river. Did my deaf ears just deceive me? His eyes widened as it dawned on him what he said... "No! Wait--"

Corbin Lewis: a punk girl with a simple goal, to get her past boyfriend-to-be back. Billie Randolph: Corbin's dreamy, emo boy/poet. April Summers: 50's girl wannabe dating Billie. Will Corbin get Billie back? - Got some cursing in here...btw

i'm a star-gazer, entranced once more.

Day in, day out. My thoughts and words attempt to drown out reality. Pillow book.

A demon with anger-management problems is destroying my furniture, the Archangel is using my kitchen to make scrambled eggs, and the Human Relations manager staring me down is definitely not human. Here I used to think Bio class was weird... R&R is love!

‘Go to England yourself, little girl,’ he breathes. ‘There’s a life there for Erika Horner. Not for Jack Brimley. Go there and write your fucking poems and meet the Queen and have tea with J.K. Rowling. I’ll just watch myself fade away like a photograph.’

Rider vs. Driver. She fell off. He shut the door on her. Literally.