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(Book one of the Screwed Series) MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY and please expect misspellings and plotholes. You have been warned! Only available on Watt pad! (We 'bout to be editing in this mug!) *** "I thought that having all of my best friends, including my sister, would be a great way of all of us to stay connected. I figured that we all still need each other after we all became legal adults. What closeness we had as teens was the same closeness we'd have as adults....or so I thought. Boy, was I wrong. " **** Living with roommates isn't easy in itself. Living with your best friends could be worse... Especially if you're living with 4 of them and their child. When you have that one mom roommate with lustful tendencies, another can't seem to get out of bed unless it's midnight, one that can't stop eating all the food in the house while another will rip the entire house to shreds if you get on her bad side, and that one roommate that acts like a prima-donna.... There's bound to be an earthquake in the tiny apartment. Game on. In order to maintain a stable household and environment, these five ladies have to come together and learn how to set boundaries for the household, their friendships, and their own lives. ⚠️Trigger Warnings: This book may contain some sensual scenes! Girl-on-girl play and such! There may also be signs of abuse, mentions of negative body image, racial situations, and mental illness in this story! Do not try any of these things at home! Remember that you are loved and valued! THIS IS AN 18+ STORY SO PROCEED WITH CAUTION!⚠️ ✨Accomplishments✨: -Honorary Mention in The 2020 Adobo Awards! 💜 -Honorary Mention in The 2020 Winter Rose Awards! 🌷 Written: January 2016 Completed: September 27, 2020

Erik and Clarkson are high school sophomores. Erik is an intellectually disabled teen with a horribly abusive family. He lives each day in fear of what his mother will do to him, not to mention the fear of his school bullies. Clarkson is a semi-popular nonbinary student who is assigned as Erik's "buddy" on the first day of school. Little do they know that they will become Erik's best friend, and eventually his datemate. But what happens when Clarkson finds out about the abuse Erik endures? Will Erik's horrid mother end up behind bars? *TW: graphic abuse scenes (sexual and physical), suicide, eating disorders, and slurs (the r slur, st*pid and id*ot) (if you don't think those are slurs, I don't care. Don't give me hate, okay?) Read at your own risk! **This is a fanfic about me and my fictional love that I created (the original story is not on wattpad, it's just on google docs).

Legend has it that "sluts" are lurking all around. You might encounter one on a shadowy street corner or posing in a magazine. But those tricksters also blend in easily at school, at church functions, and even in your own home. Constant vigilance is required. Without it, you might accidentally become one yourself. Except... there's no such thing as a "slut." It's just a myth. So is the "slut's" invented opposite, the "good girl." What's the deal with these lingering stereotypes and around female sexuality? Why do they still bear so much control over our cultural and personal expectations? These chapters are collected/edited from my Teen Vogue column. I want to share them with you here, where we can discuss them together, because the �������� community was so crucial to establishing The UnSlut Project as an international movement. I hope your comments on these essays will grow into conversations, and that we can keep inspiring and learning from each other!

I was the 6th-grade "slut." And I kept a diary. So I decided to create The UnSlut Project in the hopes that my own diary entries could provide some perspective to girls who currently feel trapped and ashamed. I am publishing these entries one at a time, without changing a single word except for the names of the people involved. My limited commentary, which is confined to brackets in each entry, is meant to provide the relief of my current perspective, fifteen years later. The UnSlut Project: Working to undo the dangerous slut shaming in our schools, communities, media, and culture by sharing knowledge and experiences.

(COMPLETED) Winterlyn (Winter) Evaline Lawly is the school's biggest...no one. She's not noticed anywhere. She's not loud, she's not a teacher's pet. She's not popular, and she's not skinny nor fat. Winter is just...herself. But nobody notices her. No one knows that she exists. She's just another regular kid that drags themselves to high school everyday. Not one of those popular kids. Not a nerd either. What happens...when she commits suicide? Police and most classmates are unsure why she would want to kill herself. For one thing, she was not clinically depressed. She didn't have bullies. No one made fun of her. But as her journal falls into the hands of one of her friends, he realizes that Winter's world may have been much darker than he realized. In Unwritten Pages, dive right into the pages of Winter's final year, her life, her friends, and the dark reason why she was driven towards death. ~NaNoWriMo 2011 *Highly unedited* WARNING: Somewhat poorly written. Plot holes, mistakes, unrealistic, tedious (drones/boring). READ AT OWN RISK Extra notes: There is some slut-bashing, which I am at this time very ashamed of it. Do not read it if you do tolerate like slut-bashing. I apologize for this. I was beginning high school when I wrote this. Not that I'm saying my age excuses my previous behaviour, but I was very unaware of this at the time. For those who don't mind slut-bashing, you should mind! It's an incredibly hurtful thing to do and is very misogynistic (look it up if you need to). We live in a patriarch society, and women should not be slut-bashing each other just because of promiscuity. Here's some food for thought: When men do it, how come they're seen as amazing and desirable and are given a kind of 'award' and respect from everyone else around them, but when women are promiscuous, they only get hatred from other people? What someone does in the bedroom is no one's business but them and their partner, and no one should be put down for that.

Change to disclaimer: I censored their name because they were getting death threats. THIS BOOK IS COMPLETE In my younger years, I accepted toxic manipulation and emotional abuse as normal and a sign of love. I've dealt with lying and manipulation all my life but never classified it as wrong since it all came from someone I loved: my father. I never fought back because I was raised to put trust in him because we were kin. A decade later, I come across �������� with a warm and loving community, and through mutual friends meet THEM. We then start dating on and off and then finally break up. Before we do break-up, they made me vow to never tell anyone what I had gone through and discovered about them. I said yes without hesitation because I was still madly in love with them and stupidly loyal; but as two years pass I realize I promised to not tell anyone about their true self so they could continue to do what they did to me and to silence me because they knew I still had feelings for them and was formidably loyal. I became damage control so they could continuously drag in new weak-minded people like me and make them go through the same pain and groom them to shower them with attention every second of the day and when they didn't; they made them feel as if they were wrong. They made their lovers feel like they were the bad guy and insignificant at the same time. In Present day, this still haunts me to the point I only get a few hours of sleep. My ex isn't here now and I feel I must share not only as a way to warn readers of people like them and how his definition of love is actually far from the truth, but as way of closure for myself.

Inside you will find a mixture of both, extremely RAW and refreshingly HEALING accounts of my personal war with my past. Unfortunately, Childhood sexual abuse is far too common, and many of share similar experiences. Looking back, what I could have used more than anything was someone to tell me "You're not alone, there is a lightness through the darkness, you can heal from this and most importantly don't EVER stop telling your story to make others comfortable". I've learned that silence is the best weapon for a predator, and I for one, have never been really good at doing what I'm told. I don't intend on starting now. I wear my scar as reminder that I hold the power in my own story, it is mine to tell and I won't make myself sick keeping quiet because my truths are hard to swallow, other people's comfort is not my problem. My Goal is rather simple, to let the readers know, they too are not alone. If you are a survivor, even if you still feel like a victim, this is my personal message to you. "You are strong, and it wasn't your fault. Tell someone... tell anyone...tell everyone... We shift from victims to survivors when we speak up and tell our stories. There's nothing wrong with you, and the light will shine again. The longer you sit in silence the more power your abuser still holds over you, wipe your face warrior, because there's a lion right inside of you, DONT EVER GIVE UP!" *This story is FULL of TRIGGERS, please be careful reading if triggers are hard for you, your mental health matters* *I own all the Rights to all parts of this book*

Ages 14+ (lesbian concepts and some profanity) This is not your everyday love story, okay? It's not a chick flick either. The events and themes within my pages have meaning, depth, truth-and most of all, reality. You are about to be taken on an adventure about a girl who's life is not like everybody else's. I look like a normal teen girl, I mean, I have hair and two eyes and two hands and feet like everybody else, but I couldn't feel more different. I have two moms, yes. Let's just get that out there before you start reading and close my diary like everyone in my life has shut me out of theirs. All I want is a normal life with normal friends who don't judge me because of my home situation. I don't even remember the last time I went on a sleepover or called somebody my age. I don't mean to be a downer, because it does get better. Life gets better. Struggles are only temporary, I know that now. And by my last words reach your eyes, I've come a long way, and have grown to see potential in myself. I'm sharing this with you because I want to make a difference. I know now that I'm not the only one in the world that feels alone. I've been there, done that, and there's more loneliness to come, but for now, I feel more prepared for it. I know how it feels to sit by yourself at lunch every day and how it feels to watch others go to prom with dates and feel like shit because you don't think you'd even have any friends to go with. Please ready my diary. I am much older now, and much more wiser, and I can't wait for you to realize the potential in yourself, too.

Tutoring the Bad Boy. ~~ He smirked. "Whoops! Look who has read 50 Shades of Grey. Trust me getting kinky is almost every guys dream. I knew you had hidden desires! All the shy ones do." I blushed a little. "No! I don't have any hidden desires." The image of me and Bryan on a bed, with no clothes and handcuffs and ties entering my head. I shook my head vigorously. Hell no! That ain't happening in another millennium. Instantly trying to change the topic, I glanced at my bucket list and then at him. "What are you teaching me?" I asked, fear already gripping me like ivy. He smirked evilly. "How to be a badass." ~~ Once in a while, in the middle of life, love gives us a fairytale. And some fairytale love stories are completely unexpected and thus more memorable. No one expected the class president and the leader of Trouble Triggers to even talk about anything but notes and pencils. But then fate's a bitch and loves to meddle! Their life changes drastically when the good girl- Joanna Williams has to tutor the bad boy- Bryan Cooper. Along with the tutoring comes constant fun, too much bickering, lame jokes, scary sarcasm, idiotic friends, too many unknown emotions, jungles in tummy, bucket lists, unheard secrets and haunting pasts. Maybe some fairytales don't have a happy ending... or do they? (A/N: Contains a lot of 'F' words and grammatical mistakes. Don't say you weren't warned.)

�������� Creator! Happy and proud. HIM: Staying the night? Not my thing. Hearts and flowers? Boring. Falling in love? Not anytime soon. Settling down? Off the table. Getting married? You're kidding me, right? That was me before the night we first met. Because, well, meeting a hot chick that made me hard just by looking at her was definitely not in my plans when I sneaked out of a woman's apartment after what was already a long night. Taking her home and getting her a chocolate cake, though, was kind of intentional. But falling for her? Boy, that was pretty much inevitable. HER: He came out of nowhere, literally. I was there, sitting on that bench, barefoot and crying and just getting my heart broken in peace and silence. Then he appeared, all mad and furious and sexy and tall and just drool-worthy! And just like that, despite my poor attempts of escaping him, he had me wrapped in his world. A crazy yet heart-fluttering world, that I have absolutely no intentions of leaving anytime soon. ------- Character development is a main theme in this book. It shows you how they both work on changing for the better, while trying to overcome the obstacles in their relationship and fight for each other till the end. ** Warning!! Some chapters contain sexual scenes, but there's always a warning at the head of the chapter. Do not read them if you're under 18.** * Also, please beware that this story contains a lot of swearing. Read at your own risk. * **I don't own any photos used in this book. All are found on the internet for public use.** Highest Rankings: Sexy - #1 Love - #1 General Fiction - #41 Romance - #46 ------ ** Copyright © 2014 by Fanoshka Flippo (Farah Fekry). All rights reserved. No part of this document may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without prior written permission of Fanoshka Flippo / Farah Fekry. **