* But not THAT tale of concussion, stupid girls and vampires – this one predates that one by eight years. Also, it is real. The working title of this story was actually “Shut Up, Stephanie Meyer”.
The Conclusion
About a month after I became a teenage swinger for about fifteen seconds, Bella had braces put on. Being [...]
* But not THAT tale of concussion, stupid girls and vampires – this one predates that one by eight years. Also, it is real. This story was originally called “Shut Up, Stephanie Meyer”.
Three Unexpected Twists
In the weeks that followed, I kissed Bella a lot. As frequently as possible in as many places as possible. Wait, let [...]
* But not THAT tale of concussion, stupid girls and vampires – this one predates that one by eight years. Also, it is real. The working title of this story was actually “Shut Up, Stephanie Meyer”.
The Beginning
When I was fifteen, I was very much like Drew Barrymore. My voice was slightly grating, I never knew [...]
As a young thing growing up in Queensland, I never had to explain anything Queenslanderish, because we were all Queenslanders. We all said the word “pool” with about three ‘o’s too many, we all referred to scho(ooo)ol bags as “ports” which we placed in “portracks” outside our classrooms, and none of us had any concept [...]
I was not always a popular child. Actually, I was not ever a popular child. I was a nerd, a teacher’s pet, and a brain. I was probably quite annoyingly precocious, I sucked at sport, and if all that social awkwardity (yes, I made this word up) were not enough; I also changed schools with [...]