Hello! Just another chapter to get more submissions. I really need some guys, people! Please submit me one! Even if it's a bloodbath, just do that for me. You could even submit one of your tributes' friends * hint, hint*. So yeah, Enjoy!

Warning: the second POV has some extreme language.

Evan Gray

17

Junior

" No! don't do it Jackson!" Isaac screams. He slams the kindle on the bed begins to cry.

" Oh, what happened now?" I whisper in his ear, wrapping my arms around him and giving him a kiss in the process.

" He killed himself, Jackson killed himself." He says, not accepting it and pressing his face against my chest. I hold him tightly, letting him empty his sorrows into my pajama shirt.

" Seriously? I kind of expected it, you know, it being a Yaoi and all…"

" Shut up! I wanted him to live, damn it!" he sighs, " Why do gay fics have to be so depressing?"

" Well first of all," I state matter-of-factly, " you're reading a yaoi on fictionpress, what do you expect?"

" Are you calling us recreational writers weird?" He asks angrily, completely forgetting the fact that his beloved story character just killed himself. I love to get under his skin.

" No, I'm just saying that most of you guys are usually: A. some lonely, shy, kid who gets their angers to the world out in writing. B. an overly creepy nerd who's most likely in drama club, C. A Goth/Emo kid who watches too much Bleach. Or D. a weird combination of all of them." I look at his reaction with a smug grin. He wrinkles his nose and looks at the ceiling, most likely trying to come up with a strong defense.

" What did you say that guys name was? Jackson? I'm surprised it isn't some Asian name like teriyaki or, wait, what's that Asian chicks name, Uendi?"

" Don't pick on Uendi! She's pretty cool, I talked with her one time."

" Really? When?"

" That one time you got food poisoning. I was all alone, so I just walked over and said 'hi'. I think I kind of creeped her out though. You know me and my randomness" He says with a smile, I grin and give him another kiss.

" Whatever, I'm getting sleepy, I have an Algebra 2 test tomorrow." I tell him.

" Why do you say Algebra 2? Everyone calls it Algebra, you know. And you say I'm a freak…" He says with a grin.

" Hey, if I'm so freakish, then why do you go out with me?" I retort.

" Why do you go out with me?" He says.

" Cause you're so damn sexy, and me loving you doesn't hurt either" He smiles at me.

" You and your cheesy quotes…" he yawns, " I think we should sleep now.".

" Did you already tell your parents you would be sleeping over?" His mom could be quite the drama queen when her son isn't home at the right hour.

"Yeah, I even brought my school stuff with me."

" Okay, then…" I squeeze him tight. I honestly meant the whole 'I love you' thing. Isaac was the one who helped me through those awful nights of confusion and self-hatred. He's my rock, and I don't know what I would do without him. Probably die like that one of those silly characters in the stories he so much likes to read.

I set my phone alarm for 6 AM, turn off the lights, and slip under the covers next to him.

" Goodnight" I say, wrapping my hands around him.

" Goodnight." he says back, giving grabbing a hold of my hand.

We fall asleep in each others arms, and oddly enough, I dream of roses.

Georgia Halferty

17

Junior

The man drags me by my hair and slams me out the back-door of the nightclub.

" Stay-out! You fuckin' whore!" He screams.

" Go screw yourself!" shout at him, my voice slurred from the whole bottle of whiskey I just drank. He had caught me offering the men in the club sex for the great price of $15 a pop. I actually did the deed with 3 before he got me.

I stumble through the back alley, barely managing to keep my stomach from spewing . I reach the main street and begin my walk/stumble home.

Whore, that's what I've earned as my reputation. That's the reason I have no friends at school. I honestly could give a damn what people care, I excel at not giving a shit. My life has taught me that the only way to get what you want is to manipulate. Manipulation is a great thing, but like any great things, it's something you need to know how to use.

I have lots of great things: a new laptop, an iphone, an ipad, and the best clothes on the market. How did I get them? Sheer manipulation. How do I do it? Easy, screw a guy ,threaten to rat them out to the school, get what you want, rinse, repeat. I've done it so many times I have practically screwed all the upperclassmen ( Except the girls and the two gay dudes ).

I reach my house, and let out a groan when I see that the lights are on. It means that momma is awake. I'm not in the mood for making up lame excuses, Momma believes anything. The porch lights turn on and she comes out.

" Honey, where have you been! You don't know how worried I have-" She begins.

" Where the fuck do you think I've been?" I slur. She looks at me with pitiful eyes, motherly eyes, disgusting. I don't know what she's so sad about, she made me this way.

" Baby, what happened? What did you do to yourself?!" she says horrified, I sigh.

" Why do you ignore everything, Momma? Why do you ignore everything I do? Huh? Oh, I know, it's because you don't want to accept the fact that your sweet, innocent daughter is really a cock-sucking whore!" I scream. I'm not like this with my mom, but I've been having a horrible day. Even I'm surprised at my harsh words.

Mom looks at me in shock, then slaps me hard in the face. Not just in any place, but on my left cheek. Memories of the hot tub come smashing back into my head.

" Don't you ever say that!" She screams, slapping me again.

My face must have changed, because Momma's face goes from extreme anger, to extreme fear in a second.

I let out a scream and tackle her to the ground with an anger I didn't know I possessed.

" DON'T YOU EVER SLAP ME THERE AGAIN! YOU GOT IT YOU FUCKIN' BITCH! " I slap her hard.

" Please baby, stop it, let Mommy go…" She cries out.

"YOU SEE THIS?!" I point to myself, she nods in fear.

" YOU MADE THIS, AND I HATE YOU FOR THAT!" I slap her again, stand up, and run into my house. Completely ignoring the cries of my hysterical mother.

I kick open the bathroom door and vomit out the contents of my stomach. Then, I turn on the shower, making sure to make the water as cold as possible, and throw myself in, not making the effort to take off my skimpy outfit.

I let my emotions loose and cry for about 2 hours. I'm just a stuck-up, self obsessed bitch who will screw any guy on campus. It hurts to be called a slut every time I get to school, but you can't show the hurt. Or else they'll all tear you to shreds. That's why I'm going to clean myself up, go to sleep, and go back to being that bitchy girl everyone at school knows and hates. Momma's going to casually forget everything tomorrow and everything will be back to normal. Just another day as Georgia the school slut. But eventually, Georgia is going to graduate and move far, far away. Away from her old life, and she's going to meet the guy of her dreams and she's going to forget her old life. That's what's gonna happen, someday.

" what did you do to yourself?" I don't know momma, I don't know.

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