I was facetiming and giggling with my friend Steph at 1:30am one saturday night when Adam, my little brother walked in. he was shaking in his fuzzy, navy blue blanket that was wrapped around his shoulders. I then noticed him wiping away at his rosy, tear soaked cheeks in the bright glow that my phone filled the room with. “Jenna, someone’s watching me from the window”, the small blonde boy said so...

I’m sick of being little miss perfect all the time. It’s my Midas Touch. I try to sink to the bottom but every time I rise to the top like a life vest in a pool. People at school who I've never met try to help with their pushes and pranks. Nothing really results of it when you have perfect attention and reflexes. They all talk but I guess they forgot that I also have perfect hearing....