There is a blank piece of paper before me.
It is waiting.
There is a story in my head, and words dancing at the nib of my pen, but somehow they do not connect and the paper is still disapprovingly white, empty, and cold.
I steady my hands, and I begin.
My name is Rachel, I write, and my pen draws the ink out of the page.
I am fifteen years old, and I don't know who I am. I used to know who I was, though- a teenager like no one else; unique; and superior. The clichés. But Rachel Leigh Markham is just a name, and I an entity who used to possess it.
This is nobody's story.
YOU ARE READING
Searching for Tomorrow
Teen FictionWhat if everything you believed in crumbled to dust? What if you begin to ask questions whose answers you wouldn't want to know? This is a story about humanity. This is a story about faith, belief, and intellect. This is Rachel's story.
