Apologies, apologies, apologies that the cover is so gross. I suck at making ones that actually embody the story, so yeah :/ (for example, why is the word "cranberries" in the swirling word-shapes? Nobody knows.)
Also - notice the synopsis.
Yes.
I have decided to write a *pure YA* YA story - complete with the heartache, heartbreak, clichés, morbidity, sweetness and earthshaking/pukeworthy moments it implies and will probably (definitely) include.
Anyway. Self-judging/pre-story groaning aside, I really hope you enjoy it. If it's any comfort to you, this one was the easiest so far to write and to imagine, in terms of specific scenes.
Please don't feel too depressed by it either.
I'll end with a (very sappy) quote that *might* just feature in the story (note: not that I have a love story of my own as a basis of comparison):
'Every love story is beautiful, but ours is my favourite.'
:) -jhoode
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The High Price of Living
Teen FictionTwo ordinary teenagers. One extraordinary love story. Stephen is a wallflower. He doesn't talk to anyone in school except his counsellor, and he spends his days dreaming about stars and death. Bridget is popular. After years of siting at the side...
