drip drop

This isn't a cancer book. It's not a depression book, or a coming-out book, or a professionally written novel that people will talk about for years on end.
It is a book about a girl, a boy, and a freak event that threw them together.
Hi.
My name is Cleo.
Well, it's actually Clementine Carmina Cortez, but Cleo Cortez works better. Just Cleo works too. And, I should probably use past tense, so I was Cleo Cortez, but not anymore.
Yeah, nice to meet you too, pal.
I guess I should start by telling you that I was very ordinary. So ordinary, it hurt sometimes, thinking about how normal I was.
I got A's and B's, won awards for my love of science occasionally, grew up in a tight-knit town with a population of 1388 people, and kept to myself.
That was my life until Fernville's 1388 turned into 1390; until he showed up with his older sister; until I met him, and he ruined my life. But, I guess he kind of saved it too.