Rating: G
Summery: What is beautiful? How is it defined? Can it be defined? Do you have to possess flawless skin, glossy hair and fit into a size zero pair of jeans? If that's beauty, I'd rather be ugly.
Authors Notes: My rebellion to the beauty standard

Rating: G
Summery: I know that I am not good enough for him but I was kind of hoping, praying that he would not realize that I am just white trash in disguise, posing as someone with class and elegance.
Authors Notes: Adolecent yearning at its finest

Rating: R
Summery: The world never seems to be going as fast as your speedometer says it is. You watch the needle climb higher, past seventy, past seventy-five. You really love this song. It makes your right foot feel heavy, pressing harder on the pedal. You are young, you are free. You are seeing the tiny bit of the world that a quarter tank of gas will allow you to see.
Authors Notes: Character death

Rating: G
Summery: I knew this boy once. I think I was in love with him.
Authors Notes: I lied before. THIS is adolecent yearning at its finest

Rating: PG
Summery: Ever since then I have been floating aimlessly through admission letters, daily specials, and old Baptist hymns trying to fill this void that he has left in my heart.
Authors Notes: none

Rating: G
Summery: My mind wanders to the imaginary relationship we have. I see him holding the door open for me as we enter the movie theater, our first date.
Authors Notes: none

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