Dear Anonymous

For some people, sports was the way to clear their head, to get away from the pressure of society. Others it was singing your heart out, pouring your emotions into your voice till you couldn't sing any longer. But for Brooklyn Taylor, it was writing. Writing was her way to just escape, to create her own life, a fantasy. She could be free and not care about the judgement of other people because she decided how things would turn out. It was the one thing she could control.

Ryan Devon was Central City high school's resident bad boy. He had all the accessories that made him look like a bad boy. The girls fanning over him, a badass motorcycle, a leather jacket, and muscles the size of two fists.

These two cross paths. But neither or them knowing who the other is. You see, they met anonymously online. Both shared secrets and fears of their own, but maybe, they could save each other from drowning.

It all started with, dear anonymous.