"Why would a guy like you like a girl like me? The girl who dreads waking up the next day, the weird girl who is quiet. There's so many more girls out there who are better than me Jeydon, I'm not pretty or smart or talented. I am not special, why me?" I ask tearing up. "Why do we only make wishes on shooting stars...
❝This isn't a happy story; it's a story about happiness.❞ in which an upset girl and a fiercely loyal boy drive across the country to monday, maine. (note: there will be swearing in this story, and also topics that might be sensitive for some readers like depression and such... so consider this a warning.)
