Sabrina is what everyone would call a typical white girl. She loves Starbucks, owns a gold iPhone, wears uggs and leggings, has very rich parents, and has a new crush every week. That doesn't make her a typical white girl, does it? She doesn't see herself as a typical white girl but everyone else does. She's so tired of people only looking at her as a typical white girl. Its time for her to start telling people what she is.

❝I think you're more of a goddamn female than I am, James.❞ | ❝Pfft, don't you know? The only thing straighter than me is my parking, Janice.❞ | Copyright © 2015 Sarena Akhter. All Rights Reserved.

WARNING! Please be advised that this is not a bedtime story about sparkly fairies and pink unicorns. This book may contain graphic descriptions of poisoned apples and witches' ovens. It is not appropriate for supernatural beings under the age of 377 (excluding vampires and werewolves). DISCLAIMER: Wicked Witches Inc. and Evil Stepmother Enterprises are not responsible for any maiming, mass murder or permanent insanity resulting from the reading of this book.