cracks

,,I was staring at her while she threw her long and blond hair back. I know, this is the mother of
clichés. The geek stares at the popular blond haired girl, while she hides herself behind her locker. But you have to look closer, closer at the things that people want us to believe. There are cracks, cracks in the way she walks. Cracks in the way she laughs and talks. How her smile seems so bright and playful, almost contagious. Look closely and you'll see that she is tired and she really tries to make us believe that she is perfect. We fall in love with pretty things and we want to believe that they will always stay the way we want them to be, the way we want them to look. When a person like Shay Larson, the blond and popular girl and a person like Kennedy Schneider, the pink haired and crazy girl staring behind the locker, alias my humble self, have a little encounter...you can immediately tell who you would rather fuck with."

Kennedy's life commutes between antidepressants, school and her wild emotions that lead her into trouble. But then there is her neighbor Evan. Evan that leans on his ledge, who reads for her till she falls asleep. Evan who drives her insane with his jokes, with his looks and with his mind. This could be a love story. But Kennedy and her life aren't meant to be ordinary.