Diabolical Is My Plan

My family has everything every family is wishing for. We’re rich and famous – living the dream – and owned one of the most beautiful hotels in Manhattan and some parts of the world. I get so used to girls in my school drooling over me when I walk past them. I get it; I’m handsome, sexy and more charismatic than any other guy in my school. I don’t even consider River, my best friend, as good as I am and I’m sure as hell he knows that very well.

I am the typical playboy that they all desired to be with. I always laugh at my friends’ gags. I met this girl; I know who that she is Chloe’s best friend now. She’s not my type – all goody-goody and shy. I must know, our companies are rivals in the same business.

But she likes me. She suddenly dragged me into one of the rooms in our school and asked me out to be his boyfriend. I was stunned - I knew this day would come that one girl would ask me out – but I declined. I know she’s Victoria Peige, the heiress of the hotel of my family’s biggest competitor. But I did change my mind, I’m sure she’s a big help to get me and Chloe’s relationship back; she can be useful.

I am Zachary Anderson. It’s a handsome face with a handsome name. A guy every girl wishes to marry. I have the life every guy desired to live. Connive with me to my diabolical plan of falling in love with Victoria Peige in Must Date The Playboy. 

Flying Without Wings

I was rushing to my Biology class. When I entered the room, I was aghast of the Barbie doll and Ken on the teacher’s table with linked arms and naked body. After an introduction to the human reproduction, my teacher decided to let us work with papers in Biology regarding the topic, but this time, Vee, my best friend, and I will be separated. This time, our teacher made a new sitting plan. We were eyeing each other like we never wanted to be far.

I was paired with the transferee. As quick as he can be, he slid to Vee’s seat. I introduced myself first but never got to know even his name. Our paper requires our self-time. On this paper, we were to get the discoveries about our partners – family and personal background.

Eventually, we became close. Close in a way that he revealed to me that he was a fallen angel when I saw his scar scarred like a thick bar. And because of that, I fell in love with the boy who not only wants my safety but also wants to feel that physical feeling a man has. He became my knight, or should I say, my guardian angel. He loved me more than he always loved to have his wings back.

I am Nora Grey and I love Patch. He may be mysterious and tricky; his vulnerability made me fell in love with him more. He may be scarred but his back is the sexiest. He is almost perfection. He is my only gratification. 

Top Secret

When my teacher in Kindergarten asked our class what we want to be when we grow up, I answered that I want to be a vampire. My classmates inched away and I later overheard my teacher saying something about me, I am an odd one. And as my parents began to have a family, they rented an apartment filled with 3D glow-in-the-dark flower posters and orange tubes with a Play Doh in it and can move on its own called lava lamps. Yes, they were cool. Then my mom got pregnant and eventually gave birth to a Nerd Boy named “Billy” and all the movie nights watching Dracula, Dark Shadows and Batman, were gone.

I am left alone with the Dracula on TV. Even if I got older enough, I am still obsessed with being a vampire. I wear gothic clothes and blank trinkets. I am a Goth girl and I consider myself not belonging to Dullsville – the town where we live. The mansion above the Benson Hill that can be seen from my bedroom window is one of the places I wished I come home to – daunted and spooky.

As rumors are spreading, one inhabitant is occupying the mansion which was empty for years. As intriguer as I am, I went to the mansion to find out the truth about the inhabitant by the name of Alexander Sterling. It was Halloween when my best friend Becky and I tried but, at first, failed. When Trevor, my kindergarten nemesis, and his friend arrived at the hill and are about to ruin the most beautiful place in Dullsville by vandalizing but then I was dressed as a tennis player so I raised my tennis racket and tried to smack it in the paint-filled cylinder but I lost my grip and threw the racket through the air and that without knowing, I hit him hard on his hand that made him crouch.

As loud as his shout is, the teenage boy from the mansion opened the door and I saw him – long black hair, dark and dreamy eyes, pale face. He was a knight in the night. I loved him the moment he opened the two-door door, slowly and then altogether. I am obsessed to be kissed by a pale face as that of a vampire. I am Raven Madison and I intend to be the raven crow of Alexander Sterling through eternity. 

Alaska Was Young

I am Miles Halter and I have always been attached to biographies and last words of famous people. And one of my favorite is Francois Rabelais’ – “I go to seek a Great Perhaps” – it is my inspiration in choosing boarding school for preparatory high school at junior year, Culver Creek Preparatory High School in Alabama. I got to seek what more can I do; I go to seek the beyond of what is my comfort. I am hopeful that I will find my Great Perhaps at Culver Creek. After arriving at my dorm room, I have this roommate who was called The Colonel because he is the master behind all the pranks to the Weekday Warriors.

He introduced me to all of his friends, specifically, Alaska – I have always looked for Alaska, a girl who not only kisses but also, a rasher. Knowing that I have this thing for last words, Alaska shared hers from Simon Bolivar – “Damn it! How will I ever get out of this labyrinth!”. And I began to ask her what the labyrinth is, but instead, she arranged a deal if I answered it right for her… I wished she never said that deal; it just embarrasses me more than it should encourage me. As months had passed, Alaska and I began to grow closer and eventually, I fell in love, although she insists that our relationship be platonic. It hurts; I know that; that is just because she has a boyfriend who was always such a jerk to her.

Conniving friends are just what we are. We played another huge and successful prank on the Warriors and had our celebration at the barn. We were drunk, and Alaska shared about how her mother died when she was 8 and how she was so in guilt when she never did called 911 and until now, it haunts her, and on that day, I figured out that one’s labyrinth is one’s suffering and that one must find a way to get out. So we did what was our deal, but in the middle of it, she said she was tired and slept; I also did, side by side. Midnight came and someone called her through her phone that made her in hysterics, next thing I know, The Colonel and I were outside making distractions so that the school wouldn’t notice Alaska leaving.

The morning came and The Colonel and I haven’t seen Alaska since last night, and then the Dean, Mr. Starnes called us all in an assembly and informed us of Alaska’s death. I broke down, I can’t accept it… I was having my life with Alaska… and now she will never come back. All I’m thinking about is how in the world Alaska would kill herself… she cannot just leave and left me hanging… she cannot just die leaving me hoping that she had loved me even a little. And now, I am in a labyrinth of Looking for Alaska. 

My Love From the Next Window

I'm born with two fathers. Yes, they're gay, but they were man enough to raise me when my true parents cannot. My gay parents sell cakes and pastries at home and they'll get orders and deliveries from time to time. I make my outfits; I wear it like they’ll never have this limited edition, like my best friend Lindsey is. It is where I have known my whole life must be, designing. I am like this, like colorful wigs and costumes on ordinary days; I have no plan to blend in.

I always invite my 22-year-old boyfriend, Max, to almost all our dinners; my parents do not like him, or so, they do not understand that we understand our unique interests and love each other. I am beginning to be hopeless of when they can accept him as he is; they’re always saying that he is a bad influence to me… and soon, that day did come, when we broke up. Along with the decline of our relationship, my summer started with a bang, the Bell’s have come back, and this time for good. I was in love with one of them, not the father, not definitely the mother and the other twin – who I once was a best friend of – but the cricket that has always chirped across the same window as mine, I mean, Cricket Bell – who has broken my heart. And now that they’re back, I will have to reconcile my feelings for each other once and for all.

Cricket Bell may not be as cool as my ex-boyfriend is, but he is the most interesting person I know. It’s his nature to be kind and intelligent and attractive… and well dressed. It is becoming impossible to deny that he means something to me; I guess it never ran out, but I don’t have the courage to name it, not just yet, if I’ll assume, you-know-what-happens-next. We have been always hanging out, first was when I was walking Betsy, our pet, and then when bumped into each other and he offered to join me in… and the next thing I know, we had made it our routine. I know we are in reconcile, but I can feel something that’s more than that, his brother says that he’s an idiot of these things – even his brother noticed it – I must not assume, it’ll just break what Cricket and I have now, our friendship filled with thrown bobby pins from my wig to his window.

Cricket convinced me to never mind what people say… and with that, my confidence to dress up in full costumes and make-ups has boomed. Cricket was always the boy next door, literally, across my window too. He has made me many inventions, only for my eyes. I wish he’ll throw that idiotic courage he has and tell me what we once were and what we are now. We would make a great and happy team – Lola and the boy next door. 

Catherine

Simon Snow was real to me; I believe in his existence, as well as, Baz. In nine days, Simon Snow and the Eight Dance will be published, and I am pressured to give my own ending to my own fiction before its original publication. Add up to that is Levi, my second friend in Nebraska, who is very eager to read my ending, and when I say "read" - he listens to me while reading. I don't want it to end, and no one understands me best but Wren. "I" were once "we", Cath was once Cather-Wren, Wren was one of the people I really like, but then she ditched me to some all party creatures that their music bores me if I listen to them - all without a lyrics, what a song! 

Wren is my twin and everything that I have been through, Wren knows it. We got to college and my father (We got no mother, she left us.) would be left alone, and I don't want that; no one can take care of him better than his daughters, but he insisted to. So here we are, in the other side of the town, left with emails and phone calls from dad, or so, I am. Wren changed when she arrived in this town, I wanted, first, to be her roommate but then she don't want it because, for her, all our lives we are roommates; I guess, she had enough of my existence which is how she is by appearance - the irony. Until I found out she was partying all the nights of school, she was communicating with our mother, that I hated so much for leaving us in the porch with the promise of coming home. 

I was really mad with what she did that I never cared for her for months in the semester, until she was confined in a hospital because she got drunk so hard in a bar and she broke down and collapsed. All I ever prayed was for her to be okay, until Laura came, the mother, rushing through the hospital; I don't know how will I be to her, she's a stranger to me now. We never got to talk; she was hurrying, after all those years, she never had time for us. At the other side of those waiting hall, I saw Jandro, Wren's boyfriend and Levi was approaching with a coffee from the vendo, and at that corner I adored Levi of how he looks so thin with his flannel shirt and how he chose to be with me rather than in the farm. Levi is my boyfriend and sometimes I wish I met him before. 

You know that feeling, when you just knew someone and in an instant of random visit, you both shared a memory you'll never forget. That's how I knew Levi. I was an introvert until he presented me to the world and never convinced me to conform. He just likes to let me know that even when he has everyone around him, he will always choose "Cather" over anyone. I am Cather Avery, a Fangirl. 

American History

I am a Five, dressed as a Three, who entered this castle without desiring the heart of Illea's prince. Well, I pursued this to get over from the heartbreak my ex-boyfriend gave me. But above all of my schemes, is to help my family have enough finance to support my other siblings. I am living the life of what May, my younger sister, wished she had. I know she loves food so much and that she's really into dressing herself. I bet jealousy is such an understatement of what she will feel if I show her all the gowns my maids made for me.

I am living in this palace with three amazing and gracious maids. They make gowns that can really dazzle outstandingly without anyone wearing them. And 34 other girls who are, I guess, deeply longing for the embrace of this prince that I lack interest for. Yes, I came here for 2 F's - fun and food - that'll make me forget what I had left back home. Just when I thought I can spare myself from Aspen, he showed his green eyes behind a metallic mask, yes, as a guard.

He showed up when Maxon and I had started deeply understanding each other. And from then, I began to confuse my feelings for Maxon and my longing for Aspen’s embrace – that familiarity and comfort of a family. Many people in the castle, according to my maids, have me as a bet to be the next princess of Illea. They get the tingles whenever they see us together, they say. I say, I wish he tells me that commitment – to love me, only me, with all his heart.

You were the Philippines but I was not your Spain. You were the Philippines but this time, I am America. Maxon's whole being is what I colonized, he said it so, I may not be the first but I'm surely well prepared to be his last. Follow my history, as America, as it leads to Maxon’s sovereignty over my being. I am in a series of the Selection.

He Is Memory

I bumped into a guy - his eyes are ocean blue that I cannot swim into. I dreamt of a guy - his hair is black as his shadow shows. I am seeing that guy, with my own eyes, and I cannot deny the feeling of sunny sunshine. I can see him glancing. As my best friend says, he likes you more than you do. 

Yes, I have a crush on him. I mean, who wouldn't? If it wasn't of how he present himself as a rebel, I would gladly be a friend. But then, I'm afraid he might bite me out of his fright! It started when I had a dream, so vivid that I can't be so sure if it was - I saw a guy holding the pocket of his cloak, he was deeply looking at me, as if he yearns for me - as if he knows every twinge of my bones - and in the morning when I woke up, it's like he popped out of my head and started to walk past me, with the same as what he was doing in my dream.

His name is Daniel. Nobody knew of how vivid my dreams are of him - it's like in every century, I get to see him in another lifetime; I get to see him in another persona. And as startled as I am, he was looking for me after all those stares and glances, after all those years of sneaky stares and stolen glances. I was frightened but I remembered he was always calling me some name... some familiar name that I, myself, never knew how I became so familiar of it. He always call me Sophia. What is it in her name that he can't say mine?

I am Lucy - you always see me in these chapters from different centuries, from different cities, from the same perspective. The kind of perspective where Daniel has loved me all of his life and lifetime. I was the Sophia he always calls, I was the Constance he first confessed to, I am the Lucy who was once Constance, who was once Sophia. I am the girl who reincarnates and Daniel is the guy who remembers them all. I am in Ann Brashares' novel, My Name Is Memory.

Paris Is My Crown

I am happy in Atlanta but it I never thought Paris would be some kind of Disneyland for me. I will never be as happier as I am.

In my father’s world of writing cliché novels and killing the protagonist in the story, he became famous, and is now working in Hollywood for a movie as a book adaptation. I was happy in Atlanta but then my father just loves to steal it away from me and ruin my entire existence. For the sake of conformity, he let me move to Paris and study there for my high school years in an American boarding school. My name is Anna Oliphant.

Hours had passed by when I bid goodbyes to my parents especially my mom, it seems like she doesn't want to let me go – she was crying and I did too – but she had to. I was in hysterics on my first night in my school, I was sobbing on my pillow when someone knocked, I opened it and found a big girl – who lives next to my room – and heard every cry that I made. She invited me into her room and I knew that she belongs to the higher years and even have a group of friends – Josh, St. Clair and Rashmi – and oh, her name is Meredith, but she likes to be called Mer. Many weeks had passed and I am beginning to be a part of their group, we eat together, hang out on weekends and even have sole conversation with them. But I really got close with Etienne; he toured me around Paris, brought me to his favorite place in all of Paris and kissed me in Paris.

Etienne St. Clair, dark brown and messy hair, it’s an artist hair, beautiful hair – it’s the  first thing that I noticed about everyone – an English accent, no one can ever resist an English accent. He had a girlfriend (Well, I did have but together with my best friend, they betrayed me) but I know that they’re slowly drifting it’s just that Etienne just didn't want to let go because he also needs a family and Ellie was a family to him. He was once in great depression when he knew his mother was diagnosed with cancer, as much as he loves his mother so much, his father didn't allowed him to go home and visit his Mom.  All his problems were piled up, from his relationship to his controlling father, and I was always there to comfort him and he was ready to speak up to me whenever he wants to. And when he got all over it one by one, he began to slowly cheer up; he began to show the Etienne that I knew, the Etienne that I love, the Etienne that gave me a necklace with a pendant of a banana – he calls me “Anna Banana” – the Etienne that I am sharing my life with now.

And yes, we’re in a relationship now. We had a great fight to get this through. We had so much to remember and I am regretting the time that I said this – moving out of Atlanta – was a really  bad idea that I have to comply with. I am in a Diner now, working with Lola, who naturally is very beautiful inside and out. And I am the Anna that had her French kiss for the first time in the City of Love. 

I Lewis, You Were Wright! (I Knew It, You Were Right!)

I am Lewis, Roger. This is how we met and other stories.

It was ten years ago that I have met a woman; she’s my kind of pretty. I was on our flight heading to my home and it was like fate did bring us together because I was moved to a seat from Row 17 (my lucky number) to Row 14B. All the time I was waiting for the plane to take off, I thought I have no one to sit with but then a beautiful girl, about my age, took a seat. She prepared her things to keep up with the long hours in flight, but something caught my eyes … we are reading the same book, and I promised myself, one of those, is to strike a conversation with someone when we’re reading the same book. How grateful I was on that day that I did, because if I didn’t, we wouldn’t be celebrating the tenth anniversary of our unbelievable meeting today.

We invited our closest friends, who never get tired of listening to the story of how we met and would always say that it was magical, to the celebration we prepared. Tyson brought his boyfriend, Geoff, who is a flight attendant. While I was washing the dishes, Geoff obliged himself to help me, he then told me about how comical of the story of how we met. And he told me about this famous legend as a matchmaker,Al Schwartz, he was in a check-in desk in an airport and that would randomly pick someone (Person A) and change his or her seat so that the other person (Person B) who he set up with Person A will be in the same Row. Then the later days, Geoff gave me the address of where Al Schwartz is living.


It really was a great deal to me; what he said could be Rory’s favorite gift. I am planning to go to Nevada to visit and thank Al Schwartz for completely giving Rory to me. I arrived at Al Schwartz house, he was all alone. And I saw many pictures in frame and hanged by the wall, I think it was his wife… and yes, he confirmed she is. I was telling our story and he was listening clearly to me.

And he said that he was just the one who matched us and that the after-alls are our choices. He explained that without our choices, we wouldn't be in each other’s arms, side by side. It is our choices that made the best out of us. It is our choices that brought us to the story of how we met. This is indeed our story.