White Lake High School (DIMPLES)

My life has never been my own. When I was 8 years old, I had an accident that split my family in two but it was already broken before that. My dad wasn't the best person or dad. He had a dangerous past that came for our family. My mom divorced him and then he just disappeared from our lives. I had an aunt that I met briefly and an uncle I never knew. Of course, I don't blame my mother but ever since I was 8, we have been constantly on the move. My mom didn't fancy me living alone and her work was very important to her. So we moved to White Lake. A big enough town that was split in two, to house an unofficial area called Black Pond. Let's just say, it was much like the parliament of small countries. One town with two opposing districts that constantly vie for dominance. On one side was the Privitels and on the other was the Vicisski. The districts were separated by a legendary bridge, on one side was water as black as night and the other was as white as limestone. No one knew the true

I had a friend once, in middle school. It didn't last long however because we moved shortly after the friendship began, since then I've just decided to not make friends. It was easier that way. I stared down at my fingers hooked around that of the cheerleader who called herself Frost and I wondered...did somebody hit me on the head. "We're going to have so much fun," she squealed, leading me towards the parking lot of White Lake. The game ended a couple minutes ago and Black Pond was the victor, no surprise there. Honestly, I don't even know why they try. They didn't even score. Frost pulled me towards a really nice car. I didn't really know much about vehicles but it looked like a Porsche. I tugged on Frost's hand pulling her to a stop at the sound of hushed masculine voices. She folded her arms and walked around the car towards them. I followed sheepishly. One of the guys was the light skin green eyed guy that I had bumped into earlier and the other was a few inches shorter, skin

The blurred greens with specs of brown painted a beautiful endless and unpredictable pattern as the yellow cab drove by. Driving smoothly along the asphalt driveway, the calm could have lulled me to sleep. It was funny how it was not the thought of being kidnapped or murdered that kept me distracted by the unfamiliar setting but instead it was the fact that my mother hadn't bothered to take me to this party. Of course, I didn't blame her for wanting to take care of her sister but...I was her daughter, her only child. Suddenly the sound of a car horn's continuous cries broke the silence. The taxi driver swerved out of the way just in time to let a huge jeep pass by. As the car went by one of the passengers pushed his upper body through an open window to flick off the taxi driver. "Idiot," I commented, just as a couple motorcyclists rounded the car following the jeep. I sighed and considered going back home as a pit fell into my stomach. "A word of advice, little lady," the taxi dri

I couldn't breathe. The world was spinning. Everyone was screaming. Inside was too loud. I was nauseous. A strangled sound came from my lips and I quickly covered my mouth as I felt the vomit rise in my throat. I had to get out. I had to get away. I stepped back gripping my stomach as I rushed to find an open door. I didn't stop moving–pushing against all the petrified bodies of fellow teenagers as they pushed towards the front door–until fresh air hit my face. I fell onto my hands and knees, unable to hold back the acidic burn that scarred my throat. A blue liquid formed a puddle underneath me. My body trembled as I stared at it. I felt weak, so weak that my body fell limp next to the puddle on the ground. My breathing quickened and my body felt paralyzed. A hot searing pain travelled up my skin and seemed to seep into my bones. Soon it felt as if my bones were being crushed…one by one. I wanted to scream. I wanted to cry but words or even just a sound refused to leave my lips. My

What's the best sleep that you have ever gotten? Well, mine was in the bed of a very hot guy. A guy with golden skin, tattoos crawling over every inch of his body. A muscular back with a sexy torso, an impressively sculpted 6 pack abs and a drool worthy V line. Oh, yeah, yah girl was drooling…on his pillow. I am not the type of girl, who wakes up in a guys bed, seeing that I had my first kiss a couple days ago, so imagine my shock when I woke up beside Adonis, whose back was turned to me and I felt a little relief since I was thinking to slowly slide out of this bed but then he casually rolled unto his back, placing his hand under his messy hair causing his muscles to flex like in every girls wet dream. Haha, but I was freaking out. Christopher Vicisski was a sight that I will never forget. Soft pink lips, so kissable and perfect. His chiselled jaw and high cheekbones, his straight perfect nose, his perfect eyebrows, his sexy hooded green eyes that appeared darker than they were when