A teen girl now tries to navigate a new, dreaded chapter in her life— high school. A new school, in a new state, and a new band. She must work to learn function in higher level classes, and fit it to a new social circle....

Please, God, if there is one, let me go home. Renee is an amazing woman— she’s good looking, witty, charming… she’s too good for me.

Renee invited me over so we could work on a craft idea that we’ve been discussing, but as she sits close to me (too close)… hot glue strings on her hands, blonde hair haphazardly pulled back, paint on her clothes…

She looks divine.

“How are you doing over there...

The constant chatter. It was in front of me, beside me, above me, below me. All the rumors of the new government laws, but I simply didn’t believe they could be true. With all the deafening buzz it was easier to tune it all out. The rumors we were hearing were that of a tyrannical government, but that’s not our truth. That’s not our democracy.

At least, that’s what I thought. My husband lays on ...

Dear Elanora,

I don’t have much time, and I hate I have to write to you instead of demonstrating face to face the severity of my situation. I cannot move easily— my legs have been incapacitated by my fall I took a week or so back. I also cannot tell you where I’m writing this letter, and you wont be able to contact me anymore. One last time, I wanted to solidify my position: the family is broken...