There was a large man standing on the corner near the Wal-Mart this afternoon. Resembling Paul Bunyan, he stood well over six feet tall. He wore filthy overalls, his arms were covered up by tattoos, and his black dog lay on the ground next to a pile of his few bags of belongings. He wore dark sunglasses like the ones bikers wear when riding ( Read more... )

Jenna Harper. That's me. I'm a fifteen-year-old girl from Manhattan who's being forcefully relocated to some God-awful town in the middle of Virginia. My mother, I guess, got fed up with me, seeing as I've been kicked out of my high school at least 8 times for pulling tons of pranks. But, I mean, come on. These people had it coming to them. It wasn ( Read more... )