Teen-Authors-United

     The first thing I saw when I opened my slightly heavy eyes was something very bright which emitted warmness. I stared, dazed, at the object which released those bright beams in round groups. Tearing my eyes from it, they traveled around to take in other things. I was in a room. A room that has a pure colour.     I felt as it something was pushing on my chest, trying to escape. I could not hold it in much longer. A sound escaped my throat. The surroundings started to move. I found myself looking up at something I instinctively know as a face.     Looking at that face, I was suddenly calmed. I have no words to describe the hot and ting

You know, Everyone always says they're in love. Like as soon as they get a boyfriend, They're "in love". I think it's stupid. You are not in love. You are deluding yourself. Love has become an obsolete word, Everything is love nowadays. "I love Pringles!" "I love this show!" No.  Really. You don't. You do not spend every waking second, Thinking about Pringles. You're dreams are not filled with The Big Bang Theory or Friends. I'll tell you something. Stop deluding yourself. Love isn't flowers or hard core abs. Love isn't super skinny or layers of make-up. Love is that strange feeling you get, When you (the average catholic boy),

It’s been two weeks since you found out you were destined to become a guardian. Two weeks of searching for Pitch but having no leads, and the number of times North excitedly told you about becoming a guardian. It was also nearing Christmas time and North had Jack helping him make toys almost 24/7. You would jump in and help from time to time, helping some of the yetis paint toys. Kyle calmed down and bugged you less about your relationship with Jack. It actually surprised you. Speaking of Kyle, North actually allowed him to help in the workshop as well. Kyle caught on to the things surprisingly quick. Though he doesn't work with you,