social life of the book

Heartbreak hits you in two stages:

Stage one is numb. You don’t want to believe that it’s happening. You distract yourself with parties and friends. You drink alcohol until you can’t remember your name and dance under street lights with boys you just met. You wake up in the morning with an earthquake in your head and a strange man in your bed. All you want is to fill this empty feeling.

Stage two is when the emotions hit you. You lay in bed for weeks, maybe even months. You cry so much that your face is naturally puffy and red now. You can’t even begin to think about going out with friends. The breakdowns begin to hit. You walk into your room and scream and cry until your voice cracks under the stress. You throw things until they break and punch walls until you are a mess of drywall and blood.

The saddest part is, does anyone really know which one is worse?

—  Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #1 HB
ID #91500

Name: Tabitha
Age: 18
Country: Scotland 

Hello! I’m not sure how to write an introduction so yeah.

I’ve had a pen pal before, a few years ago, and it was fun so I’d like to try it again!

I did go to college for a year to do a portfolio preparation course for art school, but have since left. I have really no idea what I want to do with my life, haha.

I love languages, I studied French all throughout high school and I’m studying Italian and Spanish at the moment. I’d welcome anyone from another country, or anyone who’s looking to improve their English!

I’m quite shy and socially awkward so I spend most of my time reading (Neil Gaiman, Terry Pratchet) and watching documentaries (Louis Theroux). I’m also obsessed with the supernatural and conspiracy theories. I’m really gullible so I will and do believe anything. 

Preferences: Someone around my age, not in the UK

I’ve always imagined Harry with a specific girl. It doesn’t matter if she is tall or short, thin or fat, sexy or cute, pale or tanned, blonde, brunette or ginger. But I’ve always wanted Harry to be in a relationship with a normal girl. My dream girl for Harry would probably be a girl with a degree is psychology, very smart, able to hold a conversation and sometimes even have an ‘argument’ with Harry and he would be amazed of how much she knows and her passion and her sarcastic comebacks and how good she is at playing with his mind, driving him insane. She would understand Harry completely and he could talk to her for hours and hours and want more of her.
On the other side that girl would be kind of a loner cuz she focuses more on her books and not her social life and Harry would introduce her to his family and friends. He would make her do stupid stuff like get drunk and dance in the rain ect ect. They would complete each other and the most important they would understand each other. I think Harry would like a girl who has her own opinions, weird and original ones, opinions that no one has and that would catch his attention and she would not be afraid to say her opinion out loud in a room with 500 people even though no one would share the same opinion as her. She would be nice and smart, but not cocky, she would be modest and that would be Harrys favourite part I believe. And they would be a pair of dorks when they were alone, fighting with pillows, running around the house, trying to bake a cake but ending up terribly. my favourite part would be the part that Harry would say proudly this is my girlfriend, while holding her hand, his eyes sparkling from love and how proud he is of her and she would blush a lot. And the way he would look at her when she is not paying attention, oh god.
Mark my words. Harry has never fallen in love so far and his relarionships have been like 3 months long, but someday he will fall in love, but he will fall hard and will not let her go cuz he would be absolutely crazy about her. Literaly.

As I write this it is almost 2am. I have places to be and things to do on Sunday/today, and yet I’m sat here writing Psychology notes. Moral of the story: don’t take A-Levels, children.

A New Beginning

Helloooo! Back at it with the imagines.

Based on: Hiia could u make one where a homeschooled girl finally gets to high school in freshman year and idk I’ll leave it up to u😊 anyways that would be kool thanks!

Except in this imagine, she’ll be an incoming junior.

“I’m screwed,” I muttered to myself when I dropped my textbooks in the hallway. It had been one month into school and I still felt like I did not belong in a place such as this. I felt comfortable with a private tutor, where I am not judged by my appearances or social life. 

Once I had finished picking up the books, I balanced them in one arm and slung my backpack on my shoulder with the other. With a heaving sigh, I headed to my locker to deposit the books. 

Again, I couldn’t open my locker. It’s getting embarrassing that I need to constantly ask for help, but it’s extremely difficult, for some reason. I could feel my cheeks heat up as I tried my locker combination for the fourth time and failed. I let out a soft grunt and awaited the three periods and lunch before the school day ended. I slumped my shoulders and tried once more, failing again. 

“Need some help?” I heard a voice ask. I knew who he was. He was Nick Robinson, actor in the fall and all-star athlete in the winter and spring. Everyone knew about Nick. It was like he had his own red carpet to walk on. Nobody said anything particularly bad about him and I had no reason to judge Nick. He’s tall, a little lanky, and extremely charming. Defeated, I nodded and stepped aside, telling him my combination and watched as he opened it with ease.

“You make it look easy,” I said as I put my books in the locker. He chuckled.

“It’s my fourth year doing it. Rough day?” He looked at me with such concern, to which I shrugged and closed it shut. 

“I guess so. Not really my year, either.” He looked at me as if he didn’t know what to say. “I should get going…” I trailed off, not knowing what to do. I started walking past Nick until he stopped me.

“Wait, what class do you have?” 

“Art II.”

“Perfect,” he said with a smile. “I have ceramics. It’s in the same hallway. I’ll walk you.” I didn’t exactly complain.

“You know, I’ve seen you around campus in the past month but I don’t think I’ve ever seen you before. Are you new?” He asked. 

“Yeah, this is my first year here.”

“That’s cool. Where did you go before you moved?”

“I was homeschooled.”

“That must be fun, picking your own times to learn and all.” I shrugged.

“I guess so. I didn’t really have this type of learning environment. My friends are my neighbors or people my mom brings over from work.” 

“Well, if it means anything, I’m glad you’re here.” I looked at Nick and grinned. 

“Thanks, Nick. This is me,” I said. Inches before dipping into the classroom, Nick stopped me again.

“I think it’s only fair that I know your name if you know mine.” I grinned.

“I’m Y/N.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Y/N.”

The hour past by pretty slowly and then lunch rolled around. I decided to get my textbooks on my way to class and try to snag an empty table before people filled them up and I would be left with nowhere to sit and no one to sit with. I waited in line to grab a lunch. The tables were already getting packed and I silently told myself I would have to start preparing my own lunches. Once I grabbed my food, I scoped the lunchroom to see if there was any where I could sit. 

“Hey, Y/N, over here!” Nick shouted. I let out a deep breath and silently thanked him. 

“Hey there, Nick,” I said as I approached him. He scooted over and I sat down next to him.

“These are my friends Tammy, Alison, Bryant, Zeke, and Oliver. Guys, this is Y/N,” he introduced. I let out a small smile and gave them a shy wave. 

“Nice to meet you, babe!” Tammy ejected. 

“Nick tells us you’re new to Amarillo. How are you liking it?” Oliver asked. 

“It’s a nice scene. I enjoy the atmosphere surrounding the school.” I shrugged.

“Anyone giving you a hard time?” Alison asked. 

“I guess so. I mean, no one talks to me, exactly,” I replied. 

“That’s going to change right now.” Alison smiled and I returned one.

“She’s in Art II,” Nick began. “That must mean she’s really good at being all artistic.”

“Holy shit. Art II is pretty much the biggest step any artist can take. Ms. Strauss can work any student’s ass off,” said Zeke. “I would know. I took Art I and died the first day.”

“I like it a lot. She challenges me. Plus, we don’t really have many tasks. she gives us five assignments to complete before the semester ends and gives us three lessons a week. It’s weird but fascinating.” 

“You sound like an expert,” said Nick. I grinned. He put his arm around me and pulled me into his chest to which, by the way, I wanted to stay in his arms forever. It’s a weird thought, considering I met this guy an hour ago. One can only read so many romance novels without knowing what having a boyfriend feels like and suddenly be held like that.

“So what are your interests, Nick?” I asked when I noticed his other friends were busy conversing with each other. I knew his answer, but I wanted to hear him talk.

“I really love acting. I plan to pursue it in college. I got the lead in the fall play, which you should see!” I nodded. “But other than that, I love soccer and track. I’ve been doing both all my life and I don’t think I could imagine my life without it. But, acting takes my heart.” 

“It’s good that you know what you love.” 

“I’m comfortable around you, Y/N,” he confessed. I raised my eyebrow. “I don’t want to freak you out, or anything. You’re just, I don’t know, a breath of fresh air.” 

“Why’s that?”

“College applications are around the corner and everyone’s expecting me to do something big and go for the gold. I don’t want to sound stuck up when I say people pay attention to me.” 

“Not at all. I’ve definitely noticed that.” Nick looked at his food and then back at me. 

“I think we’re going to get along just fine,” he said. I grinned. The bell rang and every body in the lunchroom stood up. 

“I’ll see you soon!” Nick shouted over the noise. He didn’t leave before kissing my cheek, leaving me in a flustered mess with my cheeks pink and my body frozen. This was a new beginning.

I will act the way I am, dress the way I like; and express myself exactly the way I want to. I am not interested in living a life constructed upon oppression.