StellaMarris

“FRAKA-KAKA-KAKA-KOW FRAKA-KAKA-KAKA-KOW!” You screeched yourself awake, thrashing up and out of your bed, rolling over the floor as your phone alarm still yelled at you. It took you a moment to understand what was going on, then your panic ceased as you heard some muffled snickers from outside your door. “COLTON!” You yelled in anger, your phone alarm still FRAKA-KAKA-KAKA-KOWing at its loudest volume –which was incredibly loud since it was still connected to your speaker. You huffed and puffed, opening your door only to see your 12 year old brother trying to sneak down the hallway to the stairs. You stomped af

Have you ever been confused as to what you should capitalize and what you shouldn’t? Has this question ever kept you up at night as you worry about failing that essay of yours because of your lack of grammatical knowledge? Fret no more! In this lesson of my Grammar Boot Camp, you will learn the ins and outs of capitalization. First things first: when you start writing, what do you capitalize? The answer is simple. You always capitalize at the beginning of a sentence. No ifs, ands, or buts about it. The first word of a sentence is always capitalized, no matter what word you use. Pretty simple, right? Examples include: Eren emerged f

To say you had a crush on Marco Bodt was probably the most massive understatement in the history of massive understatements. It had been three years since you’d met him and Jean and wedged your way into their perfect friendship, quickly turning it from the Dauntless Duo to the Temerarious Trio. It had been two years –on average –since you’d developed those nasty things called “romanticized feelings” towards the sweeter of the two males. Not that Jean wasn’t nice, he just wasn’t what you would describe as a cute freckled angel sent from whatever God cared about the world at this point in time. I

It started with a kiss. A simple mouth to mouth contact that somehow sent his entire world of water and freestyle upside down. It was quick and sudden and chaste but breathtaking and exhilarating and haunting as the thought and memory followed him wherever he went and everything seemed to remind him of it. It was in his dreams and sometimes he found himself randomly touching his mouth where it had been touched and smiling to himself. This had all started with a kiss, a simple kiss, and Haruka Nanase didn’t know what to do. **** What had begun the whole ordeal that had sent Haruka’s world into an uproar was Miho-sensei’s i

You stood up, stretching, and watched your baby bump rise in the mirror on the wall adjacent to you. You smiled because the feeling of giving life to another human being was just amazing –even if your jerk of a boyfriend hadn’t agreed. You shook your head, no, you were glad to be rid of the misogynistic ass. He only loved you for your body, and you knew that, but he was so gorgeous. It had always felt too good to be true when you were with him. He hadn’t even wanted you to publish your book! Well, jokes on him. It was a bestseller. A knock came on your door, making your heart jump. As far as you knew, you weren’t expe

“_______-chan, I’m bored!” Nagisa whined, leaning his head on top of yours from his place sprawled out on your bed. He poked your cheek. Your face flushed slightly. You had liked him since middle school, and it’s been such a long time that you’re almost content with the unrequited love and your heart’s palpitations. Still, when he touched you, especially around the mouth, you couldn’t help but become a little flushed. “Then do something,” you answered, scribbling down the answer to the system you were working out: (14,5,8). You hated algebra. “But I can’t think of anything! _

You were normal. A normal person with a seemingly normal life and nothing ever seemed to make it stand out. Sure, you had your hardships and there was somewhat annoying people around you sometimes, but you always felt like you were missing out on something. You felt like maybe the reason why nothing ever happened to you was because you were just a background character in someone else's adventure. Maybe the main character was that homeless guy that lived on the side of your street and got free coffee at the local cafe at the end of the day. Maybe it was that one popular girl who got all the guys. Maybe it was the nerdy girl who would go throug

A knock resounded on your door, stopping your mother in mid-lecture. She frowned at the untimely interruption and went to open it. “Oh, who are you?” she asked. “Kesesese,” the voice chortled and you groaned. “My name is Gilbert Beilschmidt and I have been sent to tutor your daughter, _______ _______.” “Oh,” you mother said in surprise. “She didn’t tell me she had a tutor.” “Maybe I would have if you stopped talking long enough for me to say something,” you complained, coming around the corner to look at the Prussian. Your mother shot you a glare before sighing

“I’m excited for my report card!” one of your best friends, Elizabeta Héderváry, told you with a smile on her tanned face. “I really want to see what I’m making in (math course)! Mr. Smith is such a mean teacher.” “I think you mean anxious,” you tell her. “Excited means you can’t wait to see it in a good way.” Elizabeta laughed. “Sorry. My English slipped.” “It’s totally cool!” you tell the Hungarian. “I’m actually anxious as well.” “Why?” Elizabeta questioned you, leaning her head in the palm of her

“How can you be failing Japanese?” your step-father asked you, his face pulled into an intimidating frown as he held your report card. “This is unacceptable! Your best friend is Japanese for God’s sake! How do you fail?” “Japanese is a really difficult language, George!” you defended yourself. “It’s not like kanji comes naturally, and let’s not even forget about the pronunciation. Like seriously! What the crap!” “I thought your mother and I raised you better than this,” George shook his head. “Your mother would be rolling over in her grave. 27. How do you ma