I can pick a lock. How do you think I got into my parents' liquor cabinet in middle school?
BloodlinesWell, it all started when I figured out that the janitor at my high school was the Angel of Death…
Bad Monkeys... at thirty-two she had less dating experience than the average high school student.
Bad Girl by NightEverytime you do a Good Deed with true intention, your soul grows purer.
The School for Good and EvilOnly once you destroy who you think you are can you embrace who you truly are
The School for Good and EvilMoving on should be a required high school class because Lynchburg is determined to make me forget.
Sixteenth Notes: The Breaking of the Rose-Colored Glasses