Her first letter arrives in early February. I'm leafing through the mail, checking for college acceptances letters when I spot a white envelope addressed to me. I'm confused at first—I didn't apply to any colleges in Georgia—and then I see her name. My heart skids to a stop, and as I open it I think I'm dreaming. No way is it who I think it is, and yet the unfiltered rumbling is so clearly her. She always said what was on her mind. Five years later and she seems almost the same.
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Love, Mikaela | A Lesbian Romance
Teen FictionMikaela met free spirited Zarah at a summer camp when they were thirteen years old, and the two became fast friends. Years later Zarah's wild hair and bright rainbow flag still flash through Mikaela's mind, antagonizing her about the secret she'll t...
