Dear God,
Where are you hiding? I need your help.
M.B
Dear God,
Everything’s changed; nothing’s been the same for five years. Not since my tenth birthday. The first day, of the end of my life. I’m a fifteen year old social reject, a nobody, who was adopted by nobodies and lives in a town full of nobodies, who think they’re somebody. My life is like a soap. Full of drama, that people think they can just tune into at any time and understand. But to understand, you need to have been there from the beginning. Since before my tenth birthday. The day my perfect world fell to pieces. Even I don’t understand why.
M.B