I always feel guilty for feeling certain emotions... for example, my younger sister got invited to write a short book. Why, you ask? Because an author came to the elementary school and held a contest. The person with the best idea gets to write a short book and have it published by him. I know I should be excited and proud of her, but I can’t help but be jealous. I mean, I secretly have an account on a writing...

My name is Quinn Lawrence, and I was 13 when I learned that nothing lasts forever. My dad died in a drunk driving accident. Since my mother had died in childbirth, I was left completely alone in this world. And even though my father never treated me well… he still cared for me in his own distorted way. After his death I had been tossed around a few foster homes until I finally landed in the one I'm in now....