❝in front of my mother and sisters, i pretend love is cheap and vulgar. i act like it's a sin but at night, i dream of a lover who makes love like he's separating salt from water.❞ -----Salma Deera from salt.

In the day-to-day trenches of high school, it is almost the default-setting to believe we are the main character of our own coming-of-age story. This is not wrong. It's just ours isn't the only story there is. The jocks, the nerds, the cheerleaders, the losers, the stoners, the fangirls, the skaters. Everyone's the realest most important person in existence, all of them, at the same time, first-person narrators to their own stories, stumbling into each other's plot lines, defying the status-quo, catalysts to ups and downs. A deconstruction of all the high school tropes and cliches written over the years, a deep-dive into the psyche of students trying to finish high school while going through irrevocable self-discovery, the most improbable of connections, and the insufferable pains of growing up.

Cigarettes, lilac skies and poetry at 3am: sixteen-year-old Pietro ''Pit'' Rossi knows the adrenaline of feeling empty and infinite at the same time. With the reputation of a goofy idiot who doesn't care about anything at all, getting held back at school doesn't seem like a problem. But it is. Because Pit cares about everything, and he always cares too much. [[word count: 70,000-80,000 words]]

𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘥. You either start as strangers, stay as strangers or leave as strangers. [i first wrote this when i was 15 and edited it at 18 to be mildly less cringey. cut me some slack. enjoy the ride] © 2018 by jules.

𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘥. Falling in love blindly, is just a little bit more fun. (A smiling-at-your-phone kind of story. For when some days get a little hard). © 2020 by jules.