amy and ricky

For Dave Felder, his junior year of high school starts with a move from his small hometown to a larger city. With the new home comes a new school, East Leyden High.<br><br>He isn't the least bit reluctant to leave his old school. Once popular and well-liked, things changed when he was outed to his fellow students.<br><br>A new school gives him a fresh start, where no one knows him or his secret. Tall, handsome, and athletic, he soon finds himself surrounded by new friends, the popularity he once lost regained.<br><br>But he doesn't count on meeting someone who brings out the feelings he hoped to keep buried inside. Someone like Ricky.<br><br>Once these feelings surface, Dave has to make a choice -- continue to hide who he really is and protect his popularity, or be true to himself.

Goodbye Amy tells the story of a young teacher who gets a first hand on the wrath of Amy. Will she keep her composure or will she go completely mad just like the rest of Amy and her victims.

Chapter 21 Nate Hughes Driving into the compound after what seems like forever, I groan angrily when I spot my mom's car at the parking lot. Fuck! Why didn't give her an excuse not to come here? I should've told her that I went on a business meeting. "Shut it, Nate! As if you don't know she would spend hours waiting for you if she needs to," My subconscious mind remind me of the kind of desperate woman my mom is. Well, I think she's eventually going to kill me before my time. Stepping out of the car, I walk over to the entrance door, and take a deep breath before I push the door open. I almost jump out of my skin when I walk into the living room and find Janice with mom. Fucking shit! She didn't mention that she came with this bitch. Now I have to keep up with the two. "Nate, you're here?" She beams excitedly and stands up to her feet as soon as I walk in, but I ignore her and walks over to sit on the couch tiredly. I left the things I bought inside the car. I'll go get them later. "Good morning, mom. What do I owe this visit, please?" I know this may sound rude, but I just want to piss her off so she will leave angrily, but not that it'll ever happen anyway. She's going to end up beating me later if I try to mess with her. Yes, my mom still beats me at this age, because she believes that I'm still a baby. Correction, her baby! "Where are your manners, Nate?" She glare hard at me with anger written all over her, and I need no one to tell me that things are about to go south, so I better behave myself. "I'm sorry, mom. But this is not fair. Why would you bring her to my house without informing me first?" I complain, but she just rolls her eyes. "Is she biting you as she is here now?" She asks, and I sigh briefly. I should've expected that. My mom's strictness is on another level, unlike dad that doesn't give a damn about whichever way I choose to live my life. I miss that man so much, and I can't just wait for him to be back from his trip. No, we're not living together, but if he's around, mom won't be able to come here often. "Mom, I'm exhausted, and need to get some rest now. I'll call Ariel to make you something to eat. I'll be in my room now," I say to her after I stand up from the couch, and glance over to Janice who's just sitting there with a sad expression on her face. If it was then, I would be so broken to see her in this condition, but not anymore. I can't believe she's the same woman I used to be so in love with back then. It was never my fault that things had to turn out this way, but she fucking betrayed me. How could she be having an affair with my best friend? That's the most disgusting ever. If it were to be someone else, I wouldn't have been so pissed, but my best friend? Hell nah! There's no way I'm ever going to have anything to do with her, ever again. "Sit there, Nate. I want to discuss something with you," She says to me coldly, and I sigh as I throw myself back to the couch, waiting for her to maybe insult me, or rant as always. I don't mean disrespect, but trust me, you'll feel frustrated and depressed if you were in my shoes. "What happened between you and Janice?" Her question awakens the memories I have buried in my heart for so long. When it happened, I kept it to myself because I didn't want mom or anyone else to know about it. "Nothing, mom. I'm not just interested in being her boyfriend anymore. I'm done with her," I can see the pain in her eyes as I say those words to mom, but fuck her! I don't give a damn about how she feels so she better fuck off. "You can't say that, Nate. You told me you love her..." "I loved her, but not anymore, mom. I don't want her anymore..." "That's a joke, Nate. You can't do that. You're going to marry Janice, and that's it!" Mom springs up to her and yell at me. I bite my bottom lip, trying to control the anger that keep trying to consume me.

What makes human tick?, what drives us? What makes us do what we do? Lie, steal, kill I have always asked these questions doesn’t mean I’ll get them answered. My name is Amy Black, at least my birth name, I have been called many things indifferent languages, not that am saying that I don’t deserve it cause lord sure knows I do, but I wasn’t always like this or maybe I was? I don’t really know, but for you to understand and come to your conclusion( not that it matters) I’ll tell you a story, my story from the beginning, from when I was born.

Amy was a 13 year old girl who was killed by two kids who constantly bullied her in school because of her skin condition known as Vigilato, and because they were jealous by the fact that Amy was a popular girl, known in school as having the best parties. Years after Amy's death, she came back to haunt the kids who killed her, and made their lives worse, by making them feel the emotional and mental pains she felt when she was alive. As payback Amy will do anything to drive her bullies insane, causing them to go mad.

Amy was a 13 year old girl who was killed by two kids who constantly bullied her in school because of her skin condition known as Vigilato, and because they were jealous by the fact that Amy was a popular girl, known in school as having the best parties. Years after Amy's death, she came back to haunt the kids who killed her, and made their lives worse, by making them feel the emotional and mental pains she felt when she was alive. As payback Amy will do anything to drive her bullies insane, causing them to go mad. Wattpad @dariusclayton7 Insta @iamdariusclayton

Russell has to cope with the horrific events of his Family. But when he finds out the impossible, he wants to Revenge and he will have a way of getting it.

A teenager (18 years old) named Ricky has been in therapy for three years from an accident until he finds a friend who he thinks he's in love with until realizing there is much more meaning to Nathan as his drawing skills is a little concerning.

Goodbye Amy tells the story of a young teacher who gets a first hand on the wrath of Amy. Will she keep her composure or will she go completely mad just like the rest of Amy and her victims. Wattpad @dariusclayton7 Insta @iamdariusclayton

Qin Yao opens her eyes and finds herself transmigrated from a post-apocalyptic world into the body of an ancient peasant woman. Her family consists of four stepchildren needing care. A good-for-nothing husband, who has nothing but looks, is causing a ruckus. They live in a thatched hut, without a grain of rice, the family is emaciated like refugees. If that wasn't enough, someone even comes to collect debts! Anger rises in Qin Yao's heart, and she kicks the wretched husband out, "Debt collector, feel free to just beat him to death!" The four stepchildren: !!! With the world quieted, Qin Yao rolls up her sleeves to revive the family. Hunting, carrying bags, fighting bandits, she's an expert in all. But facing the fields, with her back to the sky, and her face to the earth, even a top-tier fighter from the post-apocalyptic world waves her hand: Can't take it! Really can't take it! Qin Yao scratches her head: In the ancient times where agricultural taxes are extremely high, how can I avoid farming? At this moment, the lazy husband who was sent away to die (twisting and crawling) (struggling to stand up) (screaming and roaring): My dear! I think I can be saved!