"So, you're a stripper?" "Yup." Molly is struggling to stay on her feet. After her mom leaves, she's left to take care of her little brother, and since they're on the verge of being homeless, she's forced to get a job outside of McDonald's. A strip club to be specific. Between shifts where she takes off her clothes for guys, she still has to go through high school, alone, and unhappy. But when a cute, and kinda dopey, guy who knows her from both of her lives seems interested, it just adds more to her heaping plate- a little too much for her to handle. Highest ranking: #9 in teen fiction.

"my suicide letter will be only a picture of you and your new girlfriend, because that's enough to make me want to die." (don't read this i wrote it in the 7th grade pls let it die!!) (I LITERALLY WROTE THIS WHEN I WAS 13 PLEASE DONT READ IT I ONLY KEEP IT AS A REMINDER OF HOW OBNOXIOUS I WAS)