I wanted people to trust me, despite anything they'd heard. And more than that, I wanted them to know me. Not the stuff they thought they knew about me. No, the real me. I wanted them to get past the rumors. To see beyond the relationships I once had, or maybe still had but that they didn't agree with.
Jay AsherImagine ten or tweleve orange chairs arrainged in a circle, with the happy woen from the flyer sitting at opposite ends. Only problem was, from day one, they weren't happy. Someone, whoever made that flyer, must have digitally turned their frowns upside down. They wrote about death. About the evilness of men. About the destruction of-and I quote- "the greenish, bluish orb with wisps of white." Seriously, that's how they descibed it. They went on to call Earth a knocked-up gaseous alien needing an abortion.
Jay AsherA week went by and nothing. But eventually, as they always will, the rumors reached me. And everyone knows you can't disprove a rumor.
Jay AsherShe wants to believe my excuses so bad. Every time I lie, she wants to believe me so much.
Jay AsherBecause what if I got to know you and you turned out to be just like they said? What if you werenโt the person I hoped you were? That, more than anything, would have hurt the most.
Jay Asher