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I was a mild layback teen. It was hard for me entering Highschool but more then that I was bi. I didnt notice untill half way my highschool years before that I was confused. Going on I was kind of milddle ness for hight in ran in my family



This is a re-edit, re-post tighted up the story a tad and tried to improve the grammar but it isn't my strong suit
I waited for a while but she didn’t send a follow-up message. My fingers hovered over the keyboard and I wondered if I really did want to dive into this ocean of crazy. Well, I had promised. I really wish being the ‘nice guy’ wouldn’t always be so hazardous to my health


My alarm goes off at 6 and I groggily grab my phone and shut off the alarm before it wakes everyone else up. I get out of bed, grab my clothes for school and head into the bathroom and quickly take a shower



It was quite a bit chilly today Morgan thought as she shivered in her tree stand. She had just gotten over a cold and almost didn't come, but the family needed meat. Her voice was gone and her throat itched some, but she was no longer sick. It had been a new feeling for her



Jake honked the horn as he pulled to the curb in front of Diane's house. He and Diane had been dating since ninth grade, and were off to see a new movie. They had to hurry if they were going to pick up Brian and Ellie and get to the theater on time


The bell rang for the end of Media Lit class. As I pack my things up, Mister Laslavic motions for me to go to his desk. I walked over cautiously. He never wants to talk to me after class. "I need you to stay after class for a minute, is that okay?" he says to me. "Well..
well i was 13 at the time and you know how rough those teen years are and shit going crazy. i will admit it i was a horny little bastered and every chance id get id fantises about teachers and next door people all the time



I breathed a sigh of relief as the door to the supply closet closed behind me. With the door closed, the music in the hallway was reduced in volume, from deafening to merely loud


[Had to re-post to fix something. I would appreciate negative votes coming with an explanation of what they didn't like. Please don't troll. Thanks for reading!] For the first time during this experience, I actually had more girls in mind than trips back remaining



The Birthday Treat "don't wear knickers on your birthday Gemma" An exciting prospect, free and libertine! "You got it" I said, whirling round in a spin. "No, but you you will" she said dryly. More cryptic comments. I rose above it, not being sucked in



Sunday morning I’m alone in the house. Tyler is out with some friends doing God knows what so I’ve got the house to myself. Somehow, even though the peace is comforting, I wish I wasn’t alone. Then I think of something I’ve avoided for far too long now



For those who love this and don't mind my writing been poor Drago Malfoy was walking across the park while talking with his Friend Gregory Goyle. They were going to Hagrid's class next to his hut



Scene 1 The flow of people going down the sidewalk in the evening sun is something special. He could just sit on this bench forever and watch the crowd. But there is so much input. He wouldn’t be able to keep up and maybe that’s what he likes about the idea
Here's Volume One, re-re-edited. For those who have been reading already, thanks for your patience, something new is on the way. For those who haven't, this is Scott's Chronicles, the memoirs of a boy with a very generous Love life