"Are you some kind of emotionless, robotic, alien?"
"Are you some kind of mindless, dumb, zombie?"
I, Winona Alastor Mavis had spent most of my life contemplating on why in utter hell I couldn't feel the things the other kids could feel. While the other teens my age frolicked around and got laid, I was at my house reading. While the other girls were excited about Channing Tatum or Ruby Rose, I was excited about dragons and fantasy.
And when I finally knew the answer, it had led me to a life of people not taking me seriously and fighting the urge to not shove a book down their throats or go all Janis from Mean Girls up in their ass.
I am ASEXUAL, not AROMANTIC-and yes, I'm still a functioning human being with a stable life and definitely not an high-functioning sociopathic alien.
I'm not AROMATIC either, and I am definitely not AUTOMATIC, SYSTEMATIC, and HYDROMATIC-why then I'd be GREASED LIGHTNINGGG.
Don't be stupid. I'm not a car, either.
*coughs* And yeah, I deeply apologize for that Grease reference.
Ella is falling apart trying to live a "perfect" high school life. Then she meets Ren, who can see past her scars. Suddenly perfection isn't her only option.
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Ella Volkov is a gifted music student, but she's depressed and starting to crack under the pressure of high school. Her overbearing father won't even let her choose what instrument she plays. Then she finds herself alone at a party with Ren, her best friend's crush. She'd always thought he was rude, but after that night he's all Ella can think about. Now she's trapped. If Ella dates Ren, it will ruin her friendship with Jenny. But if she stays true to Jenny, she's losing the one person who can see past her scars. It's up to Ella to decide if she will forge her own path, or stay in the "perfect" box designed for her...
Content and/or Trigger Warning: depression, anxiety, self-harm, violence, sexual assault.
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