Katelyn/Jessica: Searching for Trouble

A continuation in the Jessica/Katelyn series.  Jessica is frustrated with the random searches going on in her middle school.  With the help of her best friend (and partner in crime) she decides to protest and ends up getting in more trouble than bargained for. This is my favorite one in the series.

Searching For Trouble
by Breanna Carter

Katelyn/Jessica: Why did Katelyn Cross the Road?

Part of the Jessica/Katelyn Series.  It's the middle of the night and Katelyn and her best friend are craving donuts.  Fortunately there's a 24-hour Dunkin Donuts close by, and no one's around to stop them from going.  Then they have this bright idea to play a dangerous game in the middle of the highway that almost gets them killed... which Katelyn would probably prefer after Robert gets his hands on her.

Why Did Katelyn Cross the Road?
by Mackenzie

Katelyn/Jessica: Starvation Kills

Part of the Jessica/Katelyn series.  Katelyn has lost her appetite and doesn't ever want to eat.  One day she passes out at school and Robert realizes that it's time to have a serious talk. Written by me.

Disclaimer - This story includes themes of eating disorders and may trigger some. Just wanted to give you a heads up.

Starvation Kills
by Mackenzie

Katelyn/Jessica: Go Mets

Part of the Jessica and Katelyn series.  Jessica is frustrated when she's grounded during the big Mets game.  But since when has being grounded ever stopped her from doing what she wants? This one is by Breanna.

Go Mets!
by Breanna Carter

Robert and I were constantly at each other's throats. This time it was about my school work. While Katelyn brought home all A's on her report card, with one measly B, mine was scattered with B's and C's, and a D in American Studies. I mean really, who cares about all the dead presidents? Definitely not me.

Katelyn/Jessica: Drinking Young

*Note* My second story in the series and the third overall. Keep in mind this is when I first started writing these stories (not that I've written many, lol) and was experimenting with ideas. Turns out, I'm not too good with the drinking ones. haha. enjoy anyways!

Drinking Young
by Mackenzie

I wasn’t a bad kid, really I wasn’t. I did well in school and I was on the honors roll every quarter. I was on the academic team and I played violin (and not too badly either). I mean, when Robert talked to me sometimes while he was disappointed in or angry with Jessica, he told me he was so happy I was such a good kid. He told me I was easy. It’s not like he didn’t think that Jessica was a good kid. It’s not that he didn’t love her. It’s just that he was disappointed in her quite frequently. But anyways, I guess he was wrong on the whole me being a good kid thing. Because even with all those good things, I sure as hell make stupid and occasionally dangerous mistakes.

Katelyn/Jessica: The F- Word

*Note* The second story in the Katelyn/Jessica series and the first one written by Breanna. I LOVE this one!


The F-Word
by Breanna Carter

“Landon is a fag-got!!!” Patrick chanted in the lunch room, milk carton in hand, doubling over with laughter. “I bet even your mom takes it up the ass!”

Katelyn/Jessica: Run Away Smartass

*Note* This is the first in the Jessica/Katelyn series. I write from the pov of Katelyn and Breanna writes from the pov of Jessica. This one is by me.

Run Away Smartass
By Mackenzie

When I was 13 years old, the worst thing that could have ever possibly happened to me did… my parents died. That’s right, 13 years old and parents are dead. Now my sister and I are left alone to fend for ourselves, right? Well, not exactly. They sent both of us to live with our older brother, Robert, age 26, married to a man by the name of Daniel, age 27.

Maria: Changing Minds isn't as easy as 1, 2, smack

"Maria! I heard my brother, Aaron, scream from downstairs. "Get down here this instant!"

I immediately ran down the stairs. "What?" I asked, exasperated and very annoyed, holding onto the railing.

"Come here, Maria Lane."

Maria: I'd rather chew gum

“I thought you told me you were taking care of your teeth!” my brother Aaron yelled at me as he slammed his car door shut.

“I was?” I tried, whispering meekly.

“Bullshit, Maria. You have 11 cavities and 2 crowns. Bullshit you’re taking care of your teeth.”

“I’m sorry, Aaron,” I said, attempting to be apologetic.

Melissa: Spinning in the Rain

It had been three whole months since my grandpa died and also three whole months since I had cut. Mark periodically checked to make sure I wasn’t cutting so it’s not like I could anyway. Anyways, now it was January and I was doing a lot better. I hadn’t cut or burned and I was beginning to heal from my grandpa’s death. I had started playing my guitar again and writing songs like I used to. I was painting and drawing again. I had even picked up a few new things, including photography (I had bought myself a new camera) and my latest endeavor in the arts… winter guard. Now, I’m not sure if you know exactly what winter guard is but if you don’t, you should look it up. Basically, I spin a flag on a six foot pole in a choreographic manner, to music. I would start on flag and gradually move on to other things like rifle or saber. You should probably look this up if I’ve lost you already, because it’s going to be important to know what this is.

Melissa: Goodbye Isn't Forever

*NOTE* This is the first story in the Melissa series. I don't have many stories for any of my series yet because I've only just begun to write these kinds of stories. But there will be more ASAP!!!

*ANOTHER NOTE* This story contains themes of self-injury. If you are sensitive to this, please DON'T READ.

I never realized how much he meant to me until he was gone. I never knew it'd feel this bad when he finally died. Why does time take everything away? Why do we lose it all?

I banged my head against the steering wheel of my car repeatedly. I was pulled along on the shoulder of the highway with my hazard lights on. It was pouring down rain outside and water was streaming down my car and over my windshield like it does in a drive through car wash. I was struggling to not let water fall from my own eyes like it was falling from the sky, but it was to no avail. Within seconds of getting the phone call from my brother about my grandpa's death, I was crying and I'm not sure if I could stop or if I could even drive home in my condition.