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Madeline found the note in her locker. Neatly folded, it held a pair of razor blades and a set of instructions. "Just die, ugly girl. No one will miss you." She doesn't know who gave it to her. Or any of the others before it. But she knows one thing: they're right. No one will miss her. Her mother is dead, her dad is more a theory than a parental figure, and her friends are the stick figures she draws in her notebooks. So, when someone she barely knows invites her to the school graduation party, there's no reason for her to go. A girl like her at a party like that? Eating a bowl of live spiders would be a better idea. And yet, she accepts. She goes. She doesn't know what she expects to find there. She doesn't even know why she said yes. Out of desperation? Because she thinks she'll somehow make friends? Prove, somehow, that the razor note is wrong? Whatever her reasons, what she finds is a surprise. And not the one she wants. She's given one more note. And what's written inside this one will make her face the truth she's been hiding from for seven years. And the truth about Madeline Parker will either fix her, and finally make her worthy of being loved, or it will prove that the note with the razors is right. Or both. -- Complete and professionally edited. Also on sale (www.lifelostandfound.com) where 150% of all sales go to charity, including the American Foundation for Suicide Prevention. Dedicated to all of us who need a reason to keep going. Especially now. I hope it makes you laugh. And I hope it helps you realize you're not alone. (Warning -- Do not read this book if you: look amazing all or most of the time, never worry about what people think of you, have more friends than Estonia has people, or are allergic to the word "shenanigans". Especially that last one, because it's used once or twice and you may experience a reaction. Also, you should probably see a doctor about that. Secondary warning: the word "shenanigans" is used in this warning.)

Emery Rayne. Everyone expects you to have the perfect life when you have rich parents. They assume that you've grown up getting anything and everything you want. Money has never been the problem for my parents. Their problem was me. And once I turned nineteen, I left. I've always wanted to leave because they never loved me growing up. They were too into their own rich life that they completely neglected and abandoned me. I wanted to escape. And now that I finally have, I couldn't be happier. Unexpectedly rooming with two hockey players whose lives revolve around hockey wasn't a problem for me. That was until a blue eyed- tattooed boy showed me how beautiful love can be. I wasn't suppose to fall for the captain of the hockey team. I try not to like him, but I fall even harder. But I carry a heavy past around my shoulders and when those two familiar people threaten me with Havens life, I'm stuck between choosing him, or them. Because my parents make me feel like I can't have Haven West. And if I'm being honest, even I don't know if I can have him. But he calls me his special person. He's my special person, if anything. Haven West. The only thing I've ever cared about was hockey and the people that raised me. I grew up with parents that held a knife to my neck and destroyed my image of happiness. When she moved in, I hated it. When a month passed by, I couldn't help but take her out on a night drive, smiling at how tight she holds me. There's no one like her. She was the one that made me laugh because of how fucking silly she is. She saw me when all I've ever wanted was for my parents to love me. I didn't know that fucked up parents was the one thing we had in common. And I fucked myself up getting attached to her. Because now, I'm addicted to her. I'm a smiling bastard whenever she's around. I'm broken and never believed in love but I can't let her go because she's what I would describe heaven to be like. Loving Emery Rayne is the best fucking feeling.

READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. I wouldn't be posting new chaps in here since I'll rewrite it from the very beginning. But if you guys like reading with a narcissistic fl then, might as well. Maine Tollison a beauty that's unparalleled by anyone. "Umm excuse me are you describing me?" Her beauty is just beyond words. And she knows it. "You know when you describe me it should be 'Maine Tollison who has pale pink hair with streaks of blue, fair skin, face that's super beautiful. In short a godde-- Hey! Are you listening?!" Being beautiful of course she will aim for the guy who is just like her, a handsomeness unparalleled by anyone and his name is Jake Colton but the problem is, they're not meant for each other. "You've already moved on from the beautiful me? How mean! Wait......, Are you talking about Jake Colton? Well I guess it's alright then" How'd she know this? It's all because she remembered her past life and that she's inside the novel and her role in this novel is to destroy his love with the main character. "You mean me being Margaret in my past life? Well it is a kind of sad life. But right now! I'm willing to take the rollercoaster of emotions!" And since she remembered her past life. Maine has other hobbies aside from being beautiful. "You mean my hobby about the piano? Oh! And also my hobby about having part-time job?! What, is that a bad thing?" This is the story about how an egoistic girl survived from middle school, to her friends, to her family, to her highschool and to her feelings.

~Her words were my poison. I used them to consume myself. Disturbingly honest. Painfully strained. Carefully penned down. Dangerously addictive.~ A journal that landed in the right hands and told a whole story with words, no lips could speak. Two people bound by the pages of a book that tore their souls apart. He found it lying around and wondered what could go wrong. He didn't recognise the handwriting but he knew he instantly fell in love with it. Then it began. The assault of words on his life. He couldn't believe a word she wrote but somehow he did. He knew more about her than anyone else but he knew so little about who she was... It was maddening. How someone could have such an impact on you without having a single conversation with you. Her precious words tortured his existence, they drowned him in misery, created a black hole of words around him, gave him everything he needed to live. Made him fall in love. Gave him a world of his own. Made him believe in rainbows, unicorns, coffee, the basis of happiness, the meaning of every sunrise, the mystery of every deep ocean, she made him human. He knew he had to find her. He had to find out who she was. He had given him all the clues he needed but none of them were enough to prepare him for who she was. But sometimes... The journey is more important than the destination. Sometimes, the journey is the destination. A book full of stolen pages and a boy full of curiosity. This was how he let her shape his story. __________________ Description inside. Italics = Journal entry. 500 word chapters. Okay, so I don't know if you want to read it yet but it would mean the world to me if you could give it a shot.

"Well then. That's the first time a girl has ever rejected my close proximity," he said, eyes ablaze with a playful fire. "You better get used to it," I retorted as I spun on my heel and headed for the school doors that led to the outside. "I've never met anyone like you before," he called after me, this time, not coming after me. "I know, Romeo. I'm a special little snowflake," I called back, not turning around. "You got the 'little' part right there, Princess!" he shouted after me. I threw up my middle finger back to him and heard him laugh as I exited out the doors rather dramatically. ... I'm tired of all those high school stories about a straight-A girl student with the perfect life who falls for the stereotypical Mr. Bad Boy who wears leather black jackets and only has a soft spot for her. That's not how the real world works, sweetheart. I may look like a damsel, but I'm never in distress. ... Not me making fun of the "she's not like every other girl" trope <3 o.o :)) I like to think I'm funny. After all: #3 in amusement 10/22/22 #1 in banter 10/31/22 #3 in friendship 11/7/22

Ok started this in 2017, it's currently 2019 and I'm not the same person who wrote this, my style is completely different and so are my opinions and personality, I apologise if u want to read this but I like to keep it up on here as a memory of who I was. Elle Gordy. That's me. Plain old Elle Gordy. I was completely happy and content with my life. That's what everyone thought. No one knew how I hated almost every day in the year. There's more to me than what meets the eye. No one knew that I was thriving for something interesting to happen in my life. Everyone saw me as a straight A student who never did anything wrong. Because everyone saw me as that person I could never be anything else. Until something changed everything. Something gave me a chance to be myself. And this is how it all happened.

"You know you still want me." he said cockily. "As if!" I yelled at him. "I must say, I like the new look." he all but smirked. * Alex was the shy, quiet nerd that nobody talked to. Although, she was shy at school she was quit loud, crazy , and pretty sarcastic. She just thought that nobody at school was worth her time. Damien was your typical cocky jock. He had the girls, the 'followers', and he was the captain of the soccer team. Now, you're probably wondering how they both fit in to the story. Well, they used to date. It just didn't end well. So, Alex now hates Damien. For the reason that he stole her heart and that he is, as she put it, "an egotistical asshole". ============================= Ok. So this is my first story I don't know how it will turn out. So, please comment and tell me how you think it's going. Oh and mild language.

I'm excited for this one! As I'm watching her being laid to rest, it occurs to me that I know less about life than I do about death. She's gone, and I'm still here. If she wanted anything, she wanted me to live, but as long as I'm here, I'm not living. Life is fragile, or so I've heard. Ashes to ashes dust to dust. If I'm going to live at all starting over is a must. Some are gone, but some are still here. I need to get out of here to somewhere I can trust. I've got little too lose and much to gain. No matter what anyone thinks, I'm not to blame. So fuck it. What is the worst that could happen? I'm going to pack my bags and see what happens. It's completely worth taking my chances. ~ Anonymous ~

When we met as kids I got the impression that you were a cry baby. Why is it that I'm not allowed to cry? I hated that about you. Consistently following me around like my second shadow and always looking for reassurance but...over the years I grew accustomed to your presence. I couldn't live without seeing your smile everyday and hearing your laughter. Now at the age of 16 those feelings of hate for you are no more. Isn't it cheesy to fall in love with your childhood friend? I think not. In fact, I'll confess to her before the school year ends.

"Not the typical cliche teen fiction" "You're hooked from the get go. Pretty much similar to when you can't stop eating till the last slice of pizza, or have the eagerness to pee, but can't because you're scared that if you stop reading you'll miss the intensity each word brings." "There isn't even a word good enough to describe this book. I'm speechless." - "Please Lexa?" Elle looks at me, "Just fill in my spot for ten minutes." At that moment I was calm, what could go wrong with running a checkout isle for ten minutes? As it turns out, everything. -- "Why are you checking me out?" His voice questions. Even his voice is the sexiest thing I've ever heard. Not to mention the broad shoulder, killer jawlined boy it came from. "I wasn't, I swear!" My cheeks blush ferociously. How the hell did he notice? In fact I'd always thought I was pretty stealthy. He just chuckles and looks at me, a rambling mess, "Yes you are." "Okay, alright, you know what-" I pause trying to pick up the pieces of my shattered dignity from the floor, "Maybe you shouldn't come in here like a fracking ambercrombie model and then on top of that blame a poor little innocent girl for looking-" "I meant those. You're checking me out." He gestures to the items laying across the counter and the scanner in my hand. Oh shit. Let me just repeat that for a moment now. Oh shit. -- Started: 12/27/15 Ended: 10/24/18 February 2019: #1 HUMOR -- Warning: I cannot guarantee you will walk away from this book unaffected