“Why makes him so special that he doesn’t get a power dampening cuff?”

Liam keeps his head down, trying to just make it through fourth period. There’s 13 minutes left.

“He’s got autism.”

“Oh. So he’s one of those kids.”

“Why isn’t he in the special learning class?”

“He doesn’t talk like us. Do you think he understands us?”

He squeezes his eyes shut, willing for time to pass. He never unders...

And today, today felt different. I felt more open and relaxed. Like I didn’t have to hide anymore. My hair was growing out and I felt like myself. I participated a lot more in my classes and my teachers noticed. At lunch Caden came *to my class* and picked me up. What an angel. When he walked in I didn’t see him and he wrapped his arms around me. I jumped.

“Hey, love.” He whispers.

“Oh hi! What’...

I have been hurt

I have been made to feel nothing but your abuse

I have been treated as just some crappy T-shirt

I have been seen as not a person, but something to use

I have been harshly insulted

I have been found and beaten senselessly

I have been made to look like a shithead, a fucker, a pussy, a really retarded kid

I have been doing my academics and activities quite badly

I have been shoved...

When school started up again that week, I didn’t care what happened. If people didn’t like that I, a quiet, kind, girl was dating one of the hottest and sweetest guys at school, they can go gossip.

Caden has made my life immensely better. And because he was a hair stylist he helped me find ways to do my hair. It finally grew out enough that he could do mini braids and he would. Caden drove me to ...

*a bit gruesome*

Your words

Are knives slicing my throat

Taking away my voice

Scared to insult you

By asking you to stop.

Your words

Make me smaller

Bit by bit

But it’s ok

As long as you feel better.

Your words

Hurt more than you think

And I never did anything wrong

Or so I believe

But I’ll still love you…because you’re human.

But why can’t you stop?

I’ve just existed

And even that’s no...

We walk out of the bathroom and I smooth my clothes and he shakes his hair like a dog which gets me to laugh. When I hear the doorbell. As I walk toward the door I whip my head and throw a face saying _I told you so_ to Caden and he grinned. I open the door, “Hi Kallian! Thank you for having us over.” I grin letting them come in, “I’m glad you could come. Dinner was just made so you came right on ...

Caden offers to help with dinner. We both decide to make Greek chicken since it’s my favorite meal, and consits of the ingredients his mom uses a lot. Normally I wouldn’t wear an apron but I liked my outfit today so I went along with putting one on. So did Caden. And he looked adorable.

“Ok, teach me what to do!” Caden said rubbing his hands together.

I took out the recipe and we began. I had Cad...

I love writing children’s stories. And as soon as I saw this prompt, it immediately reminded me of Junie B Jones. Lol. So this is definitely based off of her character.

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Third grade was a jungle gym full of meanies, and Bobby was the king of the monkey bars. He wasn't exactly King Kong, in my eyes, he was just a big fat monkey. Every chance he got, he'd bellow, "Hey, Big Red!" across the ro...

“Come in.”

I stepped aside and closed the door as he walked in.

“We’ll watch it in my room, is that ok?”

“Yep.”

I lead him to my room and he hopped onto my bed and held his arms out for me. I crawled into them as he kissed my head countless times. Giggling, I hit play.

“Oh by the way, all of my friends know about us. Not Marcus and them, they aren’t friends.”

Caden said, his voice sound happy. A...

The first time I saw Riko, she was wearing a red t-shirt, worn to the point the print long faded. Anya dismissed her as another poor charity case, while Aki couldn't take his eyes off her during morning drills. Aki hasn’t sat with us since.

Riko this, Riko that! We talk about her a lot, for a girl we don’t like. At least according to Anya, we don’t.

Today, our lunch table is emptier than usual,...