This life is what I made it, I messed up, It's universal couldn't help it. But this broken heart I fell is the worst. It's like having broken ribs, no one can see, but it hurts every time I breath.

Melody made a dumb decision Freshman year of high school when she wrote her phone number on the bathroom wall, but she never thought anyone would actually text it. That's where she was wrong. Junior year is about to get interesting for Melody, between the text messages, an old rival showing back up, and trying to overcome her shyness. Thankfully she has a support system willing to help her out, no matter what's thrown her way. (This story contains some strong language, our main man doesn't always use his filter...)