Hi everyone. I a so glad I found this awesome website. Right now I am "In Progress" with a Gallagher Girls Alpha Academy crossover that I will update every Tuesday by writing 2 chapters. I will be responsible and take 1 book at a time(unless the nerdy part of me takes over). I am currently obsessed with the books Wildfire, The Monta Vista Girls(Hopefully I spelled that right), and this other book. I forgot the name of it but it's by Outside The Crayon Box, who get's the:

June 7, 2015 shout out for: Being awesome and explaining to me who James Winston was in her book. Her, I think it's a her, I HOPE it's a her, book is a crossover between Percy Jackson and the Clique which we both share a love for. I actually been looking for it when I read who was the son/daughter of who before I became a member. Anyways that's pretty much it. YAY, ITS SUMMER VACATION!!!!!! This weeks song of the week is Picture To Burn by Taylor Swift. Don't hate me 'cause I'm a swiftie. My 5th grade teacher was, and still is, a swiftie. Newly added..., I also like Hunters Flames. I think that's the name of the book but it's a crossover between PJ and HG. If you don't know what it mean, check my fav books. Peace out. So I'm copying and pasting and somethings freaked me out. So I'm going to post these before it comes true.

A teenage girl about 17 named Diane had gone to visit some friends one evening and time passed quickly as each shared their various experiences of the past year. She ended up staying longer than planned, and had to walk home alone. She wasn't afraid because it was a small town and she lived only a few blocks away.

As she walked along under the tall elm trees, Diane asked God to keep her safe from harm and danger. When she reached the alley, which was a short cut to her house, she decided to take it. However, halfway down the alley she noticed a man standing at the end as though he were waiting for her. She became uneasy and began to pray, asking for God's protection. Instantly a comforting feeling of quietness and security wrapped round her, she felt as though someone was walking with her. When she reached the end of the alley, she walked right past the man and arrived home safely.

The following day, she read in the newspaper that a young girl had been raped in the same alley just twenty minutes after she had been there. Feeling overwhelmed by this tragedy and the fact that it could have been her, she began to weep. Thanking the Lord for her safety and to help this young woman, she decided to go to the police station. She felt she could recognize the man, so she told them her story. The police asked her if she would be willing to look at a lineup to see if she could identify him. She agreed and immediately pointed out the man she had seen in the alley the night before. When the man was told he had been identified, he immediately broke down and confessed. The officer thanked Diane for her bravery and asked if there was anything they could do for her. She asked if they would ask the man one question. Diane was curious as to why he had not attacked her. When the policeman asked him, he answered, "Because she wasn't alone. She had two tall men walking on either side of her." Amazingly, whether you believe or not, you're never alone. Did you know that 98 of teenagers will not stand up for God, and 93 of the people that read this won't repost it? Repost this if you truly believe in God

When you were 5, your mom gave you a ice cream cone. You thank her by yelling at her that it's the wrong kind. When you were 9, your mom drove you from swimming class to soccer and one birthday party to another. You thanked her by slamming the door and never looking back. When you were 10, your mom payed for piano classes. You thanked her by never coming to class. When you were 12, your mom was waiting for a very important call. You thanked her by talking on the phone all night. When you were 14, your mom payed for a month away at summer camp. You thanked her by not bothering to write a single letter. When you were 16, your mom taught you how to drive her car. You thanked her by taking it every chance you got. When you were 17, your mom drove you to the mall and gave you her credit card. You thanked her by maxing it out. When you were 18, your mom cried at your high school graduation. You thanked her by partying until dawn. When you were 20, your mom drove you to collage. You thanked her by saying good-bye to her outside the dorm so you wouldn't have to say bye in front of your friends. When you were 26, your mom payed for your wedding. You thanked her by moving halfway across the world. When you were 30, your mom fell ill and needed you to take care of her. You thanked her by reading about the burden parents became to children. Then, one day, she quietly died and everything you did came crashing down on you. If YOU love your mom, re-post this and if you don't, you won't care if your mom dies, will you?

Hey people. I'm thinking or writing a book. It's my own spin-off of The Clique. There aren't any characters you recognize because this is at a different school. I decided to give you a preview. This is the first chapter and I don't know if I want to post it. I haven't worked out the details but if you like it, let me know. PM me if you think it's that good. Okay it starts now:

"Hey, hey, you, you, I don't like your boyfriend!" Avril Lavigne blared through the speakers.

"Buttercup!" a girl with chestnut brown hair and amber eyes yelled over the music.

"What?!"

"What do you think? I made 4 of these and I want us to wear them to class tomorrow!"

"Hold on! Reese turn the volume down!"

The blonde walked across the plush white carpet. She had her hair in a messy bun, held together by two chopsticks and her green eyes wildly sparkled. She turned the knob down. "Better?"

"Yup. Thanks Reese. Anyways back to Katrina. What did you say?"

"I said, what do you think? I made four of these because I wanted us to wear them."

Reese stopped sewing to look at her best friend. "Did you say four?"

"Yeah. A new girl is coming to our dorm. Stacey Berry got kicked out because she was copying McKenzie Ferry's design." Cassie reminded the girls.

"Oh yeah! We had to have a assembly because of that. Why did we even have to have one. We didn't do it so why punish us when we could be working on homework assignments. It takes a few days to sew a whole outfit and fit it correctly. We can't just snap our fingers and have a whole line of clothing by Monday," Buttercup rolled her eyes.

"Do you know our new dorm mate?" Reese asked.

"No. Nobody does. And it's not fair. How are we supposed to-"

There was a knock on the door and then a redhead with brown eyes stepped in. "Hi! I'm Charlotte. I'm your new dorm mate!"

Reese, Buttercup, and Cassie stared at Charlotte.

Her hair was in two frizzy pig tail, she had a lot of freckles and her bangs barley got past the top of her ears.

In one quick motion, Cassie snatched the fourth outfit she made and cut it into large pieces. "So your our dormie?"

"Yes, I said that didn't I. Anyways, my name is Charlotte which you should know b now. What's yours?"

"I'm Cassie."

"The name's Buttercup."

"And my name is Reese. Charlotte you can take that bed over there. We have classes tomorrow at 6:30 sharp. Go to the office for your schedule. The dorm golf carts leave at 6:15. Look for the black one. That's ours," Reese instructed.

"Thanks. Wow, who made these?" Charlotte opened the closet.

"I did. I used that closet so I would have somewhere to put my clothes that I made. Sorry but that's confidential. Reese, Buttercup talk to me tomorrow about what's yours. I think I'm finished and I diffidently feel proud about that," Cassie collected her clothes.

"I thought you said it was confidential," Charlotte but her suitcase on the bed.

"It is. I made them for my best friends."

"A-Listers," Buttercup glanced at her analog clock.

"What?" Reese sighed.

"9:00 pm. Diary entry time."

"What are you talking about," Charlotte asked.

"We enter a diary entry every night at 9:00. Each diary has 365 pages so we write every day each year. So far we have 12 diaries filled up with our writing. You can join too though it won't be like ours. We share our diaries with each other. Kind of a thing our group has going," Buttercup explained.

"And your group is the A-Listers, correct?"

"Yes."

The girls started to write in their books. Reese couldn't focus. She kept glancing up from her golden diary to notice when Buttercup and Cassie pulled out their phones. Charlotte started to organize her things into the closet. Nothing seemed A-List worthy. Charlotte looked up.

"You know, you have really nice eyes Reese. I like green. It's my favorite color."

"It's also the color of vomit, which describes your sense of fashion. I don't even know how you got here," Cassie mumbled. Buttercup snickered.

"It's not that I don't like the kind of things you girls wear, it's just that it's hard to afford," Charlotte softly said.

"Whatever. We should get some sleep. Lights out," Reese called and dove under her covers.

"Night," Buttercup yawned.

"Maybe this is a nightmare and when we wake up, Charlotte will be gone," Cassie slurred.

"Not nice, Cass. Sorry Charlotte. Oh and happy first day," Reese felt herself drifting into a soundless sleep.

That was the end of the chapter

Hey peeps. I know. Not the best chapter ever but I'm still working out the details and pouring my heart out into my diary really helped. At the end of each chapter I think I'm going to include a diary entry of that character. But anyways, if you like it, PM me. If you have any ideas PM me. If you want to add a character and make this like Alpha Academy go ahead. Just know that it will be coming out sometime after school starts. School for me starts on the 17th of August so not to bad. Ugh, I have to wear uniforms! I did it before but now the skirts are longer. I don't think I like long skirts. Whatever though because at least no one will judge what I wear. Whatever though because i have to go. Bye!

May you smile at the words "I am obsessed with writing."