I lay on my bed looking up at my ceiling, cracks all over it. little areas where little things can slip through ever so carefully and make everything so much worse. Was I one of those little things? I only wanted to fit in, but every time I say that, my mom always says "Oh honey, why fit in when you were born to stand out?" And then I'm thinking, "well mom, HIGH SCHOOL HAPPENED AND NOW MY WHOLE LIFE HAS BEEN FLIPPED UPSIDE DOWN, but you know, I should just be myself and all, yeah." Sometimes I just can't stand my parents, I mean I know I love them and they love me, but they get on my nerves sometimes, and by sometimes I mean, most of the time. When I was 12 years old, me and my dad had "The Talk" and that is when I decided it. I chose who I was and who I was going to be for the rest of my life. I didn't know how I could possibly survive in this crazy universe, but if my parents made it, it couldn't be that hard.
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Love, Elliot
Teen FictionA Love, Simon Novel Elliot is just a normal kid. Or is he? What is normal? And does he want to be normal? Elliot gets a text from an unknown number and starts talking to this random person, maybe even falling head over heels.
