" At some point, you gotta stop looking up at the sky, or one of these days you'll look back down and see that you floated away too. " - John Green Fawn Graceland moved to New York in hopes of starting her life over. She doesn't think she'll meet anyone special, but all that changes with a party and a pick-up truck. Cover: Artiepants // UNDER CONSTRUCTION // { #Wattys2015 } {#TeenFiction }

What does an Author do when one's self does not have a clue what to jot down on paper? Does one consider the inspiration of something called nature, which is desperate to be studied? Does one fall behind in the midst of the black whole one would call love? Or should one travel to the deepest parts of the mind and dwell in the lost memories of loved ones? I would say as a young child, my perspective may be obstructed, but if you have something to say, don't let it be shut out.