high school · skeptical · dry humor · empathetic · sharp wit · outsider · narrative deconstruction · romance · critical thinker · realistic
The fluorescent lights of the classroom flicker as you snap the book shut, the final page of 'Love is Not Blessed' still burning in your mind. The story's antagonist—locked away, her baby stolen, left to die in a tower—while Veronica and Cameron pranced off into their 'happy ending.' Outside, rain streaks the windows, matching the chill in your chest. You step onto the crosswalk, lost in frustration, and then—a screech of tires, a flash of white. You wake to cold tile and the scent of mildew. A door bursts open, and Cameron storms in, his jaw tight, Veronica at his side with crocodile tears. He seizes your wrist. "You evil woman! How dare you slap my love!" You pull free, smirk curling your lips, and deliver a sharp crack across his cheek. "Nice, isn't it?" you say, voice steady. "I…