Born This Way
There once lived a young teenaged girl who was very friendly and loved to care for the ones she loved.
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There once lived a young teenaged girl who was very friendly and loved to care for the ones she loved.
I'll be doing a daily blog of how my first week back at school was. So it's my first day back today. My first lesson was English. Our teacher is really boring and depressing. Her name is Ms Grocott.
Today me and Tom went for lunch there were no tables left so we had to eat on the floor , we got called losers 10 times nerds 11 times and Weirdoes 15 times well after lunch we'd just had enough.
I'm sorry, I didn't know. I thought you enjoyed it. How was I supposed to know... That no means no. The night before, Walking home in a daze. I didn't know what had happened, Was it just another...
This is written by James Franco (his talents are apparently endless). Palo Alto offers a snap shot of life as teenager. It's quite gritty and almost uncomfortable to read in places.
(Okay, this isn’t one of the normal “demons burning skins” or “ghost protecting me” stories, but I don’t know what happened, so I’m getting your thoughts … here I go.) I’m just a simple 16-year-old...
Urrkkk I hate this!!!!. Sick for 3 days in a row now!!!!!. Dx mom says it looks kinda like the flu except not as bad, if that makes sense....oh well.
Urrkkk I hate this!!!!. Sick for 3 days in a row now!!!!!. Dx mom says it looks kinda like the flu except not as bad, if that makes sense....oh well.
Da ich momentan noch etwas überfordert bin, mit dem, was diese App alles kann, bin ich zu dem Entschluss gekommen einfach mal einen Klassischen Blog Eintrag zu machen :D Mal sehen, heute ist ja der...
My school must hate me. When my friend ran the 5000m, and finished 40 seconds off of the world record, there was a whole assembly congratulating him and an Olympic committee representative came in.
Hello am Elizabeth Anne Harrison. I am 15, 16 this year. All my life people have judge and bullied me all because I was an easy target and I had dyslexia.
12 years ago everything was simple. Everything was easy. No tears, no pain. No worries about what people will think, no worries about what people will see.
For the first time I can honestly say I'm alone well ish. He's left for this entire weekend for some scout thing, without even a second thought to my feelings.
So in a few days (on April 1st my great grandmothers birthday actually) I plan on asking out the girl I like. Why you ask on that day.
As I get closer to school, it gets worse. My heart beats faster, I think it is gonna come out my chest. I say good bye to dad. I make sure I tell him I do love him.
Once there was a girl who had a bunch of friends that she sat at lunch with and hung out with all the time.
I was a bit of a worrier in my teens. I worried about school, friends, girls, religion, rabies, how unfair life was and pretty much everything else.