I was a tomboy and most of my close friends were male.
I wish I was a kid again, when I had all the answers.
Asleep, he looked a lot younger than going-on-seventeen, but I had noticed that Johnny looked younger when he was asleep too, so I figured everyone did. Maybe people are younger when they are asleep.
He died violent and young and desperate, just like we all knew he'd die someday.
My mother was physically and emotionally abusive. My father was an extremely cold man.
I was desperate for something to read that dealt realistically with teenage life, and I thought others might be, too.