There was a girl.
There was a girl who loved to read and read and read.
There was a girl who loved to read and read and read but hated it sometimes but she couldn’t tell why.
There was a teen.
There was a teen who watched too much tv but still found time to read and read.
There was a teen who watched too much tv and started thinking that maybe some girls were hot but still found time to read and read.
There were moments.
It was going to a party to relax and seeing two girls making out and feeling your heart soar but feeling disgusted because it was in public and you wondered if that was an okay thing to do.
It was walking on the street and wondering if people are staring at your shaved hair or bold lipstick.
It’s walking on the sidewalk and wondering if there will be a third occurrence of people honking at you from their car.
It’s walking in your neighbourhood and wondering if children will yell at you from inside a car again.
It is going home to read, to escape, but finding no escape because the world you crave can not be found in the books on your shelves but only in your heart.
It is sitting at home on your laptop at 1am in the morning wondering how to share these thoughts and what they mean.
It is being you, but it is also wanting more.
Shelly Z. is a reader, writer and blogger. She schedules interviews and round-ups new releases on Adventures in YA Publishing, a 101 best site for writers selected by Writer’s Digest, and is a blogger at Read.Sleep.Repeat. She rants as much as she reads. You can find her on twitter at @shellysrambles where she rants about fluffy reads, her library job, and other things that she loves.