I uncover my mask to show him what hideous creature laid under it. I looked up at him, expecting him to run away in fear, to call me a monster and delete me from his life. Instead, his hand reached out and his fingers brushed against the bumpy flesh of my scar. His breath felt warm against my skin, as I just stood the...
Dear Reader, It hadn't hit me right away, many things, but especially the fact that I was about to turn twenty years old. It was as if it was just yesterday that I was learning how to make a peanut butter sandwiches, tie my shoes, and draw endlessly with fat crayons--which I thoroughly believed to be a masterpiece. It...
My world does not have wars. We do not disagree. Our existence is Utopia, until one Abby Dante comes along to ruin it all. Her ideas are far-fetched, wild, impossible. She sees the world differently than the rest of us. I think I love her.