Novels by Lauren Oaks

I saw Ackleth Mason for the first time during the new year orientation week held by the school management. While in other schools, the first week of resumption was for students to catch up on everything that missed during the break, circulate the latest gists and rumours, flaunt the new gears and wears they got over the breaks and also participate in cleaning the school environment, In Brixden, the orientation was an old tradition and the first week of resumption was always packed with lots of activities ranging from commissioning of new projects by the alumni association to sorting of class schedules.My mother had come with me on the first day as required to meet with some of my teachers, the guidance counselor and to make sure I settled in well. I'd immediately gone to take a quick scan through the lists of newly admitted students pasted on the central notice board in the school halls, I was overjoyed when I found Montella Braxton on the list, sitting just below my name in th

I hate early morning alarms! Especially the 5 O'clock ones I set for myself so I can wake up on time for school. They always ring every time I'm just getting very snuggly under my bedcovers and enjoying the second round of tranquil sleep.It doesn't help that I always read a book when I'm supposed to be in bed. Yeah, I'm a nerd and I know it. I bet you are too, ha ha.Anyways, I tell myself “Just one more chapter” repeatedly while turning the pages until I end up reading the whole book then go to bed late at night. Well it isn't my fault that these books have to be sooo good, you know!I could go on and on about my addictions to novels but I seriously have to get up and prepare for school now,or I'll have my mum banging on my door very soon. She's not the most patient person on mornings and my dad isn't any better.OopsI forgot to tell you who I am! I'm usually not this forgetful actually, it's just that I'm really not a morning person.My name is Leila

Leila checked the time on her wristwatch for the sixth time that morning. She moaned as she slumped against the car seat; it was nearly nine o'clock, the first period would have ended, and she would have already missed her Chemical techniques test. She used to be a straight-A student in junior year, but her grades began to slip as she entered senior year. Ms. Annabeth, the chemical techniques tutor, was the only teacher who seemed genuinely concerned about this and took the time to talk to her. She'd promised her that she'd work on herself and try harder to read, but now she'd not even been on time to take her test!"Excuse me, mister," she said as she leaned forward to speak with the cab driver. "Can you please drive faster, I'm already late for school."The cab driver turned to look at her with contempt written all over his face “Well, miss, if you were so eager to get to school, you could as well have left your house early enough. You can't expect me to break traffic rules just be