A Stupid Girl's Book Of Dreams

Nobody wants to read a sad story.

Maybe indulge in an article of something tragic, and that's all it will ever be. Do you remember the sad stories? Do the tragedies mark the brains of the world as core memories? Or do they simply remain stories, a void in the universe made from a person's lifelong suffering that will be instantly forgotten.

But never by the sufferer.

This is a sad story, one about a girl. It stays that way, for a long time. Don't worry, she doesn't end the story stuck in tragedy.

Imagine the pain of not a soul to pour your heart out to. instead of letting it go, you relive it in your head at every lonely hour, aching and crying, your heart begging to let someone else in, to make the weight of the secret lighter. The pain of trying to keep all of that pain to yourself? It's like feeling it all again and again, killing you from the inside out.

The weight of a secret, and the fear of what will happen once someone, just one person knows.

Sierra James was seventeen years old and had just begun her junior year of high school. Her father was a cruel man, and her mother had been dead since she was a child. There was nobody there for her, and it was the loneliest, most painful feeling in the world.

Until, that is, a troublesome boy with reckless priorities (and could easily get Sierra killed) comes into the picture, and she sees her life either beginning to look up, or come crashing down at a rapid pace.