The utter most inner thoughts and feelings of one who has but no other way to express them and therefore without a pen a paper she very much may spontaneously combust in an explosion of secrets bottled up for far far too long. : )

A girl with a boy's name, Xyrus, is very quiet, smart, and always in her own world with her music-playing iPod. Her logic is "if no one talks to me, then why should I talk to them?" One day, a new boy joins her school and she learns that there is way more to life than being tucked away with her music.

As if life wasn't hard enough being bullied and treated like garbage all the time; my loathsome, insufferable seat mate just had to come with his "secrets" and torture my every waking hour. What's the big deal you say? Nothing except for the fact that he's some insanely beautiful Greek God under those nerdy glasses. And now, he lives next door. I'm Sarah and this is my story. Disclaimer: This story was written in 2011. Just so you know.