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Do you want to know what happens when a boyish girl fall in love??
What happens when she wants to have some fun??
But who cares about boyish girl who behaves,wears,acts like boys?
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You want more....
Do you care about this boyish girl??

It was a rainy and stormy night,usually I loved this kinda nights,but something about it made a shiver run down my spine.
It was 1am in the morning and Alyssa hasn't yet come back from the party.I also hated being left alone in the house.

I was bored and didn't know what to do.I then decided to log into my facebook account to check some stuff.
A disturbing bang from the living room door made me jump from bed.I heard footsteps coming to my bedroom.
I knew it was only Lyssa but I was getting scared at how she was coming to my door.

She opened it and just by the look on her face I was scared!
She was swearing profanities with her gritted teeth.
She didn't acknowledge me as she started coming to the familiar drawer she had.
"Noo not that drawer!" I mentally screamed.
Tears started to run down my cheeks as I knew what that drawer contained.

She quickly drew out a gun from the drawer and I couldn't help but plead. "No no no lyssa,you promised you wouldn't visit that drawer..ever" I said in a quiet voice enough for her to hear.
She quickly glanced at me,then I saw sadness,which was quickly replaced by uttermost rage.
"You can go tell that to that bastard of a boyfriend!" She yelled at me.

Then realization soon hit me,Ian ..Ian was gonna get killed! I warned him but that dickhead refused to listen.
"We're leaving!" She said in a demanding tone,telling me to get up and follow her,I followed her with no hesitation like a lost puppy until we reached the car where she got in and I also did.
It was a silent drive,judging by the way she was driving at such speed,she was trying to get us both killed! We reached Ian's house, she quickly rushed into his house.

I was walking and sobbing slowly into the house,I started hearing pleads and whimpers from Ian.
I decided to walk in and try to get her to stop,but it was too late..
Right in front of me,Alyssa shot Ian shot twice in the head...and his body fell back on his bed. "Nooooo!" I screamed

I slowly opened my eyes shivering in bed,with a sweaty forehead and almost soggy pillow.It was like I was reliving that event once again,the all too familiar nightmare felt and seemed soo real and frightening as it always has been.
This has become my lifetime nightmare since the past 5years,With hands,I wrapped the duvet around my body again,
I didn't scream nor make any noise,the tears just kept on streaming down my face.

Christopher's life is a fuck up roller coaster. Different people constantly surround him as a result from his daily visits to his best friend, Liz Mabel, who lives at Taylor's Mental Disorders Clinic. He's a sophomore in NYU College and is studying to become a journalist. One night Christopher and his best friend decided they would be expending Liz's day off from the clinic on a new bar down the street. Through rock music and a few shots of tequila, they both met Trevor and Meredith Anderson. They soon find out that the siblings owned the place and haven just moved out from Chicago a couple of weeks ago. Meredith is an untypical party girl. Trevor is reckless and unapologetic. Adrian is a bartender at the bar and owns a Chihuahua who wears a Mexican hat. Liz is someone who won't admit that everybody has inner demons, including her. Chris just wants to get through college and life without falling in love with Trevor. He fails. Badly.

Daiki Eiji is a runaway from jail who is only 16. One day he goes home and sees his father abusing his mother so he shoots him. His mother then tells him to go to high school and be a normal student so he changes his identity and does so. He sits next to a quiet girl named Haruka Mori and realizes that she is in trouble because of him. That's when the real story begins.

They say love is clear to see.
But I say that love makes us see illusions.
And when we think we love someone, we don't.