Novels by J.J. MedusA

“There’s one advantage to being 102. There’s no peer pressure.” – Dennis Wolfberg.They say that someone's house reflects their personality. And Isa’s house clearly proves this theory. It's clear that an artist lives here, and I know that, not because of the many recognition letters framed and proudly sat on top of the fireplace. No, I know an artist lives here due to the theme of the living room, which is themless. It’s free. There are a bunch of colors which are beautifully contrasting like the white sofa with green cushions, the red carpet, the brown leather recliner accompanied by black cushions, and the table is made up of wood that is rough at the edges. I instantly fell in love with the interior. Even though it's a one story building like my house across the street and every other house

"I lack self-confidence. I don't know whether I shall ever get it. Perhaps it's better to be unsure of yourself as I am. But it's very tiring." Audry Hepburn.*Name - A word that describes your identity (Source Cassindra’s inner dictionary). But I think my dictionary is wrong or outdated because hearing a certain someone's name doesn't just describe his identity for me; it makes my heart gallop. That's the power Justin's name holds over me. My palms were sweating, and Isa didn't even say anything .After moments of stunned silence, Isa’s eyes searched our surroundings, which were filled by many teenagers.“Not here, someone might hear us.” She whispered, and that made me more curious than nervous. What is this super secret that only we should know, an

“Moral indignation is jealousy with a halo.”― H.G. Wells, The Wife of Sir Isaac Harman.Vanessa seems to be in a hurry and that didn't surprise me. She probably has bunch of things in her to-do list, I'm sure, like manicure or spending her daddy's money but something is keeping her from telling Isa what she came here to say.“What's up?” Isa replied casually, as if she knew what Vanessa was upto and was urging her to say it already. But Vanessa kept silent and her eyes flickered to us: me, Penny,and Sam. Even though Sam pretends she is scrolling her phone, I know she is listening. I can ima

"The mediocre teacher tells. The good teacher explains. The superior teacher demonstrates. The great teacher inspires."― William Arthur Ward.I, like most of the student population, hate math. I just don't get it. I don't see why we need to learn it and since I usually don't see it as a necessary subject to be a doctor; I don't focus on the class. It's the last period, and I'm tired, it's math, and most importantly I can't get what Isa said earlier out of my head.'If you can't talk to him, seduce him.'I have never thought of that. I don't see myself as a seducing type but my mind kept flashing images and fantasies then I drowned in a day dream.I was wearing red lipstick, a short dress, and high heels. I am confident unlike my usual self and ready to slay the day. There sat Justin Black, he was talking to Georgina but when I entered the classroom everyone stopped talking, and his attention, snapped from

"My biggest fantasy was to have a pie thrown in my face, and I always said whoever did that, that's the guy I’d marry."-Sarah Shahi.My parents are doctors, and their parents were doctors, and their parents were doctors, and what can I say it's like we are a family of doctors. Anyone who is not a doctor of any kind is considered a failure, that's why my father married a doctor like his father did. The only one who strayed out of the family's doctor ways was my aunt Lucinda, who refused to be a doctor to pursue her passion, and my father still doesn't talk to her. It won't come out as a surprise when I say my parents pressure me to follow their footsteps; I don't necessarily hate it since it's the only thing I knew from a young age. I still remember my fa

"In the social jungle of human existence, the is no feeling of being alive without sense of identity"-Erik EriksonAll Saints High is a great school formed in 1885. The school thought many great personalities in this city, that's why many rich people chose to teach their children here rather than in a private school.When me and Isa got past the threshold, I immediately felt everyone's eyes upon us but when I lifted my eyes to see them, everyone pretended to do other things. I heard hushed whispers coming from these curious kids.“I didn't know you were famous,” whispered Isa close to my ears and that made me smile because